The sign came down…early.

I don’t quite know when it happened, but at 8:30 am on Friday when I drove by the scene of my act of signage, it was gone. I believe that if the person or persons whose yard I invaded had any sense of humor they would have left it up, I’m sure they’re racking their brains trying figure out who left it in their yard.

Regardless, I have my pictures and that’s what I wanted. Here’s a pdf if you want to make your own politicomedic statement against the against the spray folks.

I do feel a bit of karma coming to bite back at me, however, I got to work on Friday but when I attempted to leave to run an errand, my car wouldn’t start. It’s done this before, several weeks ago, but the Pep Boys were able to fix her back up with a new battery. This time I just had it towed back to Carmax where my extended warranty should allow them to fix whatever is electrically wrong with the car. (It’s obvious to me it’s an electrical problem.) Only problem is that they couldn’t get to the car on Friday, they said it’d be Tuesday probably until they could take a look at it. So I’m carless and dependent on the kindness of strangers for locomotion at the present time. At least I don’t have to drive to the Saucer on Monday night.

Also, by popular demand I’ve fixed my comments, they should work again now, please, feel free to comment to your hearts desire if you are of mind to. I’ve also done a bit of housekeeping, moving some things around, updating some things here and there. You may notice that this is gone.

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.