She's a little shy...

The last time the Avetts were in town ( a year ago), Nola got a chance to meet Scott after they sound checked. She was so shy then that she hid behind Amy the whole time we chatted. Something's clearly happened between now and then.

More of a pot-stirrer

Someone over on my triathlon forum posted that brilliant piece of photo editing in a thread I started about the Pat Robertson/Rudy Giuliani love-fest.

Wiseacre.

Scenes from Halloween

"Uggh...paparazzi."

Will work it for candy. Nola's friend, Jett. There should be a clown rule for Halloween. Like, all clowns must be eaten by zombies.

By zombie dogs, at least.

Scariest scene of the night: re-elect an Augusta commissioner! Ahhhhhh!

Which one of you is my daughter? Glen Ave. is a freaking madhouse.

No candy for mama!

I *am* at work

So suck it.

Please, try this at home!

And not in your damn car.

I took this picture *after* this chick nearly drove into the median on Bobby Jones, doing 80. After correcting her swerve, she resumed applying her eye makeup. And she never noticed me taking her photo.

P-Funk's in town!

Apparently.

This guy was walking down the street last week, just past 7:30 in the rainy AM. It's hard to tell from the picture, but he really is wearing nothing but shoes, socks and pink panties. Oh...and a big smile on his face.

Pure pork goodness

On rainy days when we were young, my mom used to serve my brother and me sausage for breakfast. You see, the rain always made us gloomy, so we'd drag into the kitchen mumbling instead of talking, bummed by the immanent wet walk to the bus stop.

So it was sausage on those days, because mom liked to illustrate how we were better off than the pig.

The juicy, delicious pig.