signs of the times, part 2

 cluck it

someone let a badger loose, but his

claws were wrapped around his camera.

no harm done.

been playing in the wrong casino

one of the two pace horses

nerds unite!

there's something wrong with this, 

but i can't put my finger on it.

signs of the times

i went to the occupy vegas march yesterday. it was well attended, orderly, peaceful, contained, and not much noticed in the national press. at least, not that i could find. in a town full of transients, i see it as a minor miracle that people showed up.

we marched up and down the fremont street experience, a closed area full of casinos, shops, and general vegas oddness. the crowd was paced by two mounted (yes, on horses) metro police officers.

the crowd was highly diverse, in age, political leaning, and opinion.
here's some of what i saw.

folks in wheelchairs

 dogs

 kids, of all ages

 folks my age

activists in training

there will be more photos when i can stand to sit in front of the computer for a while again.

blogstipation

i'm so far behind i can't see there from here.
ideas are clogging the neuro roadway, in a no passing zone.
i have blogs in the brain, backed up from here to next whenever.
the hamsters running between the synapses have collapsed, their little feet still twitching.
life has been like that.

so i give you this:

if you can listen to this and keep still, you're dead. i'll send flowers-dead ones, of course.