Monday, June 30, 2008

Nick & Kahoru + 1

(This photograph not affiliated with Nick & Kahoru)

Just got back from Hawaii, where we attended the beautiful and flawlessly executed wedding celebration of Nick & Kahoru. The bride wore white. A white stretch Lincoln Navigator took her and the groom to the 16th hole of the Kaneohe Bay Marine base where they were blissfully wed on one of the most beautiful days, ever.

Gigi was a flower girl.

Then we all carted ourselves back to the Officer's Club at the base for a reception. Poolside, they showed us a Star Wars themed video about the intrepid newlyweds ending with this jaw-dropper: They're expecting a baby Feb. 6.

Anna stood up and shouted "I knew it!"

Congratulations you two, and thank you for inviting us to your scenic wedding. Our camera died the day of the event, but I have some video I'll try to post later.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

San Francisco to honor President Bush?

You know Joe DiMaggio's estate tried to fight it when we named our local playground after him. They wanted an airport or a highway, apparently. Tacky. I predict this one will sail through with less fuss.






Tuesday, June 24, 2008

There is an evil in this world

Facebook

God Facebook is amazing. I can't believe people are joining my group and contributing photos. I feel so validated.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A bad idea


Seeding clouds with bags of cement just seems wrong, doesn't it?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Yo! I'm da prezident!


UK Prime Minister thrown off by Bush's hip-hop handshake.

Instead of going in for a straight grip-and-pump, with the fingers slipping under the wrist, Mr Bush gripped around Mr Brown's thumb, to the obvious confusion of his partner in the War on Terror.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

I just bought this for my daughter

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Befriend me

I'm on Facebook Maybe this will spell the end of my blog. Maybe I'll reject this walled garden subversion of the Internet and drop out.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Paging Bruce Graham

This post is for my old pal Bruce Graham, who saved me when I was 13 and taught me how to enjoy life on a Saturday night (with a little help from his dad's stash of Lowenbrau -- classy!). I've been thinking of you a lot, especially since last November 1. If you happen to read this blog, drop me an e-mail (bob***shift-2***filbert.net). I miss you. I want to invite you to a party.