Even here, sometimes feels like California

Last night I bumped my head on the coin drawer of the public washing machine. It hurt real bad, but I had no idea it was bleeding (until I looked in the mirror upon returning home).

What bothered (and still does) me is that three different men had gone in and out of the laundry room, right in front of me, and neither of them even tried to point out that I had blood coming out of a cut on my forehead. The first dude was even there when I bumped my head and said Owww out loud! So when I got home and went to the bathroom, should I have been surprised to find the 1/4 inch-wide scab?

I guess some things are going to hurt more than others....

Helping a friend move out

My friend moved out of his apartment last weekend. He asked me to help him carry some of his stuff out. Most guys would have used a pickup or towing hitch to carry big things like tables and chairs. I thought I'd be a bit more creative instead--using my Scion tC.

This is a side view of my car.



Here's my friend's stuff in my trunk.



A closer look:



Amazing!!

R.I.P., Crocodile Hunter

Someday, the infamous "Crocodile Hunter" would meet his match.

Steve Irwin--the "Crocodile Hunter" known for wrestling crocodiles and swimming among Great White sharks--suffered fatal puncture wounds on his chest from a stingray barb, while swimming off the Australian coast