The lovely and historical Oakland Cemetery puts me in a pensive mood. As always, click on the images to see their full fullitude.

Oy! Always with the camera! Enough with the pointing and the clicking already! What, I should go ten minutes without the pupperazi or the pooperazi and I don't know what!

Cuz Riona!





We hang at Casa Bonita..!



... where Riona hypnotizes me into a suicidal rock climb.



... and then baby Sarah told us one of her shaggy-dog stories. You gotta take it with a grain of salt.

Lola. Our future child's name: Leola.

Although it may seem I've been idle, I've actually been mind-blogging for some time now which doesn't involve a keyboard. I will say that I continue to be outraged by the outrageous and encouraged by the.. er, encourageous. Also, I can point out colors.

Ok, a few things here:
(1) yes I can eat an apple -- what am I, an idiot?
(2) my bike helmet? I love it more than life itself.
(3) fatty makes me spellcheck his email.

Let's face it, anyone who doesn't think I'm cute must be some kind of jerk. Just ask my girlfriend Lola, pictured below, or my aunts who took me to some botanical gardens rife with crazy sculpture. So many good times, it's sad I don't have the conceptual means to recall it in narrative sequence, but, man, the ineffable dasein of it all was, like, totally hot.