“Pine cones? What pine cones? I have no idea what you are referring to.”
The other side of he roomette, on my way home. For those unfamiliar with miracle of compaction that is a sleeper, that’s the toilet and fold-down sink on the left. The vinyl is there because the toilet and shelf in front of the upright-position sink is he staircase to the upper bunk.
Mini__B, like all kids his age, is a walking petri dish. He sleeps through the night just fine except when he’s got a cold, which seems to be half of the time. So both Mrs__B and I have spent any number of nights with him on his bed.
One recent such night, he woke up first and decided to wake me by kissing me on the cheek, rather than his usual two-fists to the belly. My first thought was this cartoon (click to engorge):
If you’re unfamiliar with Krazy Kat, you have my sympathies and my recommendation that you address that failing immediately.
A while back, I put up a picture by G__S of some truly awful alterations to an old building in Philadelphia. It turns out to be a little more interesting than just the horrors of bad alts…
Here’s a photo of the building in its prime, from an 1893 copy of the Architectural Record.
This was published as part of a series of articles called “Architectural Aberrations” that were meant as cautionary tales for practicing architects. “Kids, don’t let your building end up here.” So basically, the Hale Building was mocked when young and mutilated when old. Very, very sad.