Saturday, August 31, 2013

243: Dangerous

"Programmer's Kitty," masterfully using his environment for maximum concealment (notice the Amazon box), stalks the Most "Dangerous" Game (aka "Caustic Kitty").

Once Caustic Kitty realized what was going on, she stared him down until he decided to walk away and try stalking something a little less dangerous, like for example, PJ.

Happy Caturday!

Friday, August 30, 2013

242: Clutter

Of course, I misread my prompt, so I thought I was looking for "cluster."

Then I got sidetracked, we were shopping and I just *knew* that there are some cereals with the word *clutter* in the name. What I didn't count on was the 500,000 different cereal types that they sell at Walmart.

Then it went from silly to truly stupid: frustrated because I couldn't find the cereal with the wrong words in it, I decided to google for it. And I found it. And as soon as I put the phone away and looked RIGHT IN THE SHELF 6 INCHES FROM MY FACE was this cereal.

At that time I decided I was done for the day. It still took me two more hours to figure out that I had the wrong prompt.

241: Lucky

At least in this particular shopping center, this Nissan Leaf driver was lucky to actually find an open parking slot at the EV charging station. 99% of the time none of the cars parked in these marked spots are EVs, and this always happens with hundreds of empty spots just a few yards away.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

240: Corridor.

We live in the "Dulles Corridor," a semi-flat suburban hell roughly located between the Washington DC beltway and Washington Dulles International Airport. It is a technology corridor that houses an inordinate amount of telecommunications companies, mostly because the Pentagon and all of the Alphabet agencies are a few miles away and well, it's nice to be close to your richest customer. It is also the center of the Internet universe, the root servers that are the basis of what we call the Internet are housed here, so are the headquarters of the companies that control an incredible amount of the Internet's infrastructure.

Still, it is a semi-flat suburban hell where everything is painted in some kind of earth-toned palette, distances are measured in time, not in miles, and multi-million dollar homes don't have enough yard space to throw a ball around. And don't even dream of painting your multi-million dollar dream home of a color that isn't part of the color palette approved by your homeowner's association, not unless you are willing to go to court (and lose) over it.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

239: "10 minutes from home"

I have no idea about the purpose of that hellish contraption, so I am going to go ahead and assume it is for some kind of sinister domestic spying plan that I can #blameobama for.

238: (entrance) The Lair of the Caustic Kitty.

No Programmer's Kitty allowed. Seriously, if he ever gets within paw's length that's a slapping she'll give him. BTW, this is under my desk, it is her "safe" place where PJ can't "bother" her, where bother is defined as "any attempt at socializing." 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

237: Culture.

I almost feel bad for the archaeologists of the future trying to figure out WTF we were thinking when we covered the planet in concrete boxes. Almost.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

236: In the background.

In a few years most of this sight will be blocked by high-rise developments. None of the buildings that you can see in the background were there when we moved here in 1997.

Actually, the parking lot will be gone too.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

235: Yellow.

This is my punishment for falling behind two days, so now I am one day ahead.

234: A Room.

233: Slow.

This is the slowest food counter at our closest mall, but it is also the only one that serves restaurant quality fares, everyone else are just average performing fast food franchises. If you are willing to wait for it, the food is fantastic.

232: (electric) Stairs

Monday, August 19, 2013

230: Someone you spoke to today

Late entry: this should have been shot and posted yesterday but I screwed up my Julian Date sequence a couple of weeks ago and it took a third party to figure out I was off by one post. 

231: Lost.

Lost opportunity to sell me some chicken (I shot this on Sunday).

For those of you outside of the USA, Chick-fil-A's founder believes in observing the Christian Sabbath, so all restaurants are closed on Sundays. More recently he caught a lot of flak by exercising his right to say whatever is in his mind without thinking of the apparent/real/whatever consequences.

OTOH, this doesn't stop Chick-fil-A from sponsoring the kiddie train that runs throughout the mall seven days a week ( ).

Saturday, August 17, 2013

229: Exercise

Behold the $125 wonder exercise bike that has survived over 2,000 miles of abuse in barely three months and has helped us shed off over 80 pounds combined. The grey thing above the trip computer is an iPad smart case duct-taped to the handlebars.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

227: The Best

Ivette, that is. The ice cream is maybe a top 10 contender ...

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

225: Fast

PJ actually found this guy outside, so I had to scramble to switch lenses before he made enough noise to scare it off. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

Thursday, August 8, 2013

220: Peekaboo

Ivette may be smiling, but she's been hitting that bag like if she wanted to kill it.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

219: A sign

That the condo association needs to buy a spirit level.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Saturday, August 3, 2013

215: Skyline

Well, a #skyrim skyline.

The walled city of Solitude, with the Blue Palace on the right side of the rock arch formation in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.