Passive aggressive social commentary?

Driving to work the other day I noticed that one of my neighbors had put up a sign in his yard protesting the recent Metro decision to spray neighborhoods for mosquitoes. This program of Culicidae eradication began after a Hermitage man contracted the West Nile Virus.

Now I’m not saying I really have an opinion on such spraying, nor do I know the real dangers of West nile. But I do know the opportunity for good satire when I see it.

So I made him a sign. Enjoy.

Thanks to Brittney for the inspiration.

In the presence of greatness.

Tonight after work, I think I had my first real Nashville experience. I’ve lived in the Music City USA for four years now, and I’ve seen a few minor celebrities here and there, I practically live next door to Emmylou Harris, but nothing can compare to what happened tonight. A few friends and I went to P.F. Chang’s Chinese Bistro. About a third of the way through the meal, I happen to look over my shoulder, when who do I see but the ole possom himself, Mr. No-Show, George Jones.

Of course, I wasn’t going to bring myself to separate the man from his chinese food (surely that was hotter than a two dollar pistol) to ask for an autograph or something, but I think that’s exactly why I felt like a Nashvillian.

Only 35224 days remaining.

Today I finally got permission to take the ARE. The form gave me all of the information I’ll need to prepare, including the expiration date at which my eligibility will have expired.

This date? December 31, 2099.

I hope to be done before then, though.