Now prepared for the celebrity death(s) that will hurt the most...

I have always wanted a UFP flag. Today it arrived. I wish Shatner and Nimoy to live long and prosper, but some might say to that, "Mission accomplished." If, God forbid, they were to join all the recently celebrity departed, I've got something to fly at half-mast.

Traditional sighting at Nishinomiya Japanese Garden portends eight more weeks of summer...

Nishinomiya never fails to disappoint. I love the place. Everything Spokane intersects in and struggles with this peaceful oasis. The magic that powers the universe is strong here, but even this cosmological juice occasionally sputters, coughs and ponders, "What the f*ck?"

Like some mythical aquatic dweller it rose and floated toward us:


I'm just glad that the head this once belonged to was no longer attached or in tow.

Out of town Hoopfesters laugh at our Arena's artwork...

Did I catch them laughing at the length of this runner's arms? Or maybe it was his running style?

Maybe it was this? I think so.

I am putting out the challenge! Is there any other city's arena/coliseum artwork that can "top" ours?

Waller Wedding Went Well!

High atop Slate Peak, a right purdy place by Winthrop.

Odds and ends...

ELK DAYS BONUS:
It's kinda hard to tell in this picture, but apparently when the pastor left, his name was lovingly expunged from the marquee. Its erasure only highlighted it.


FACE UPDATE:
Neat scabs. Unfortunately, the main one has formed a brittle Hitler mustache which is now receding. My teeth have firmed up. My lip is almost back to normal.

Had to miss some work simply because of the potential of blood-borne pathogen issues (experimented with face wrapping - REVENGE OF THE INVISIBLE FIREFIGHTER). Having scabs fall off of a Hitler look-alike onto citizens would probably not be the best.

Hanging out with some of your best friends 24 hours at a time is hard to beat. So, I plan on being back next shift - maybe with a Guy Fawkes mask, if necessary.

Hitting the trail...

Took a spill today running on the High Drive upper trail. A rock caught my foot and down I went! I had my cell phone with me, so Sarah picked me up. It was interesting that, as I walked down High Drive - blood dripping, not one single car stopped to see if I was OK. I wouldn't have expected that. After showering, it looks like it's just little cuts and road rash.

ELK DAYS 2009!!!

My wife and I are both from Elk. And as it is often asked, I while provide the answer to the question now in your head - "Yes, our kids are fine."



Candy was thrown into puddles.

But we are a hardy lot.

Elk leads the nation in bovine-human hybrid technology.


Beguiling art was featured.

Look what the Brits stole from Elk! Sir Topham Hat is a fraud.