Monday, September 11, 2006

 

Pilgrim Klaw, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and the Dead Tree



Now this is way cool! My dead tree and the Flying Spaghetti Monster! Wow!

Those sinuous curves are striking similar, little did I know... I had discovered the fossilized remains of Hecatonchires, who were the head honchos here on the mortal plane, back in the Paleoarchean era, before the Italians came along and figured out how to boil pasta, instead of just flinging it into the fire.

Klaws has posted them together at A Complete waste of Time on a forum called The Pilots Lounge. The only text in the post is

Rhythm is both a song's manacle, and it's Demonic charm.


Sounds good to me.

Thanks! Klaw

Friday, September 08, 2006

 

Bee and Buddy and the Hamama Pilgrim



This hotlink is on a page in arabic, and so I'm pretty clueless as to the content of the text. However, there are a lot of very cool bee pictures scattered down the page, and my picture sits among them, strutting around with it's buds.

It must bee a convention! Sorry. I took this picture in my backyard.

Thanks, whoever you are!

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

 

Michael San Diego and Loony Tune Lake


This was taken in the Timpanogas basin. I had visited Amos and Andy Lakes, and was making a loop back downhill to the campground. The Middle Fork Willamette rises in this basin, I like to think it flows from June Lake, and then meanders past June Mountain as it flows into civilization. Others probably think Indigo Lake is the source.

Michael San Diego is using it as a tiled backgorund on his Friendster page, and it works very well indeed.

I have my very own Mechanical Turk helping me figure out what pictures work well as tiles. I need to check out Google Image's new Image Labeler.


Thanks, Michael San Diego!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

 

Caffinated Tomato Pilgrim and the Maple Out Front Out Front



We have a wonderful sugar maple tree in the front yard, and last year conditions were perfect for a full blown orange and red tree. A picture I took 3 years ago was the number one hotlink for over a year, and now this picture has taken over.

(Well, the Number One Hotlink started up this last week. More on that later.)

This old time, used to be number one hotlink, oldie but goodie, has been hotlinked by Mike Patton Caffinated Tomato at Rotten Tomatoes.

(Has the world gotten over making fun of Dan Quayle yet?)

well, anyway, Thanks Mike Patton, Caffinated Tomato!

Friday, September 01, 2006

 

11,000 Kilometers at the Rainy Day Lake



This picture is of one of the lakes at the end of the road over Koch Mountain. The road passes Koch Mt., then Cupit Mary Mt, then deadends in a paradise of little lakes.

Someone who expresses themselves in Chinese has hotlinked this picture as an illustration for a post entitled 11,000 kilometers Running the page through Babelfish I find:


The raindrop can turn the coffee seed to be able to bloom the rose
Could not wait for the darkness everywhere pigeon already to turn into day ash
The travel is one kind of appointment leaves is for realize
The lonely taste is not nobody accompanies the strange coffee not to only be able to get drunk
11,000 kilometers outside I to your love
Changes thin actually cannot put down
Does the long and trying journey leave you equally to exist
Only is darkness is quicker
Thought you thought the flower flies likes you liking not mattering
The road as soon as walks on the tired rain as soon as bumps garrulously only has you to be still perfect
11,000 kilometers outside I to your love
Changes thin actually cannot put down
Does the long and trying journey leave you equally to exist
Only is darkness is quicker
11,000 kilometers outside I to your love
Changes thin actually cannot put down
Does the long and trying journey leave you equally to exist
Only is darkness is quicker


Hmm, I like it. Goes well with morning coffee. Watch the thorns.

The pilgrim's name doesn't translate completely, even using the traditional
characters, but,

Thanks The stars forget the grass!

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