Actually, I'm just in. Back in, that is from a very full trip to dreamlike, hurricane-magnetic Florida, where I have garnered more than a few stories for more than a few posts, which will be coming to you, er...soon. Not now. Still recovering from a 7 hour drive and ANOTHER traffic ticket. For those of you counting, that's two in two weeks, after several proud years of accident and ticket-free motoring.
Dear State Troopers of Iberville Parish: Parking your patrol car on the side of the road with the trunk open to hide the gumball machine on the roof and the words "State Trooper" across the trunk lid and then hiding your pork-smelling ass down by the right rear tire so as to appear like a stranded motorist so you can radar people from cover as they pass? That has got to be the shittiest, lowest trick I have ever seen a cop stoop to, and I've seen and heard of some real whoppers. I hope you're proud of yourself, because I'm betting your mother wishes she had opted for that alley abortion. And after I got that ticket? I sped the rest of the way home.
So, dear Readers, be watching this space for stories including such wonderous and diverse entertainments as --
Seagulls Reenacting The 'Angels-On-The-Beach Scene From City Of Angels
Wading Through A Bait-Ball: Arguably not Irrelephant's smartest shark-tempting moment
Pookie The Death Dealer Kitty
Dragging Fish Up from 230 Feet: Not As Easy As It Sounds But Dang They Sure Taste Good
Oh, and for those of you who have taken an unhealthy interest in my unhealthy interest in photographing trains, here's a photo of a train I took while heading back home.
If you actually want to SEE said train you'll have to click the photo to embiggen it, because I've found that when you spot a train headed east at 40mph across one of the thousands of miles-long bridges Florida has across all their dang water and you're headed west at 70mph and your camera is in the seat behind you locked in it's carry bag and you've got to get it out and turned on and focused and get the window rolled down and you've got a ton of road construction between you and said photo opportunity that's the best shot of five you could possibly ever manage without flinging yourself bodily out of the vehicle MacGyver-style to land darlingly on top of a pile driver.