Monday, March 5, 2012

Random Scenes of the Old Home Town


Newport Bay from Balboa Island.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely, hon. Very Turner - in California?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Pretty!

Let's go fishin'!
~

Scott said...

Thanks. Yes, it's the little (well, it was little back when I was little) beach town where I grew up. During the summers it became a hive of scum and villainy and tourists and gag t-shirts, but on blustery, overcast days in winter like this, you could walk the length of the bay and never see another soul. Perfect for the budding misanthrope.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, Scott, that Anon was me. I didn't know where it was in the USA.
Suezboo

Li'l Innocent said...

Well, Suezboo, you took the art reference right out of my mouth. Just look at that photo through a pane of misted glass, and Turner is what you get. Nice, Mr. Photographer.

TM said...

Scum and Villainy and frozen bananas. Never forget the frozen bananas.

Carl said...

Still can't be as bad as the Jersey shore on Memorial day weekend

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Gaaawwwwgeous. So jealous. My cloudscapes NEVER come out like that.

BTW, not to hijack a thread or anything, but to all of the wunnerful WO'C folk & other wunnerful people who've been donating to the Eviction Fund: I have NOT forgotten to thank you all, here and via e-mail. I got a short-term stay of execution and was about to post that on MY so-called blog and send out a ream of thank-you letters when guess what?

Nope, no big glass of skim milk this time.

I *DROPPED* the fucking thing, and never expected to have any problems, considering everything else that this poor Toshiba (which I only have because CCMcGoon & Jobsanger are such wunnerful, giving and impetuous people!) has been through ALREADY... except that this time, the screws were loose on the little hatch for the hard drive, dunno how THAT happened, and as it slid off of the box that it came in (my "lap-desk" to avoid thigh burns), falling a mere 9 inches to the floor (shaddup, Bill S., you far-too-silent-lately pervert, I *know* what you're thinking!!!), the hard drive FELL OUT. Put it back in, and after about 100 attempts, I *still* can't get the poor thing to boot. Totally my fault, I'm sure, but thankfully to Realist, I've got an Armageddon emergency kiddy-sized netbook and am able to do THIS. I am going to need MUCH stronger reading glasses.

Anyway, since this is basically the smoking section/coffee shop for most of my favorite people, where we generally all intersect, I hope that y'all don't mind me dumping all of this uninvited information into the comments.

XOXOXO
J/A.S.C.

P.S. And yes, to paraphrase my beloved H.S.T., when it shit-rains, it's a fucking SHIT-MONSOON. And/or hurricane. Tomorrow I expect to have a stroke and/or wake up blind. But, of course, it could always be worse... I could actually FIT IN with my illiterate, dropout drug-dealer, racist fucktard "neighbors."

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

P.S. Why in the FLYING FLAMING RAT-FUCK is there an ACTUAL, FUNCTIONING ADVERTISEMENT FOR THE "U.S.S. REAGAN" BASEBALL CAP?!?!?!? I totally *get* the need for advertising, Scott & Sheri, but motherfucking union-busting, Louisiana-destroying piece-of-hack-never-COULD-fucking-ACTor dogfucker cockbite ***REAGAN***?!?!?!?!

I think that my aneurysm just kicked-in.

Carl said...

Balboa Island looks kinda rocky.

Oh hi, Annti!

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Hi, Carl.

Me and my big mouth, eh?

Never ask if it can get "any worse," for damned sure...

XO
J