This would be very useful during zombie attack

For those who need a machine gun that just keeps on firing, and firing, and firing, and firing, we present the E4 Revision of the M60 Machine Gun

Looks like it would be particularly handy if you were covering a general retreat from the mall and the zombies were surging out of the food court by the score.

Get back in the wagon, kids, we're going to Farrell's

About 30% of my childhood was spent riding around in shitty beat-up station wagons going from one parking lot to another in a yellowish haze of smog. I got to relive a bit of that today because the nearby brushfires have once again turned everything yellow and a bit toxic, and I found a craptastic Chrysler Reliant K "woody" wagon in the Borders parking lot. It's similar to the one I shot in Santa Ana before. Something about the way that smoky light hit the veneering and the frayed upholstery and the dirty glass caused me to have a Central Orange County Proustian Experience.

The rest of the shots are in this Flickr set.

Pigs in Space, the Early Years

WHAT

SO YOU'VE FOUND A GIRL WHO BUYS 2% MILK

Tori Amos is a tremendous talent. Great singer, great songwriter. Love 'er! However, her raging success in the 1990s was not without collateral damage. Supermarket muzak now consists almost entirely of women singers with that little-girl voice, backed by pianos and acoustic guitars, singing yearningly about their yearning to yearn. It's dreck. Somehow I imagine Ms. Amos driving around in her car or going to the Stop 'n' Slop and hearing Sixpence Nun and the Michelles trying for a sound somewhere between hers and the Sundays and being blithering idiots, and she slams her Super Big Burp down on the cupholder and yells "Fuck.. FUCKING FUCK!"

I hope she does! Because i do.