Tonight I went to see the movie "Apollo 18" and all I got was this

Alvin and the Chipmunks poster (which is almost better than Apollo 18).

Chip Wrecked. Funny. But I like the name of the second

Chipmunk movie better: The Squeakquel. That's funny.

(And no, I haven't seen any Chipmunk movies.)

This is Fry's Electronics in San Marcos, California.

I want one (or more) of everything in this place.

I believe that every Fry's has a decor theme. I think

that this store is trying to say, "Atlantis".

I've been waiting for quite a while for this Blu-ray of Halloween II to be released and today was the day. I had mine reserved at Best Buy and here she is. This Blu-ray includes the documentary "Terror In The Aisles", another long awaited treat.

Tonight I'll be rocking Michael Myers in high def.

- DINK dink dink DINK dink dink DINK dink DINK dink - 

(That's the Halloween theme song.)

This lamp was given to me by somebody who knows

what a Pirates of the Caribbean (and pirates in general)

fan girl I am.

In honor of the Great Southern California Blackout of 2011.

Thank goodness for great quality battery operated radios, glow sticks and lamps.

Caught up on my reading and all is well.

Awesome. Just awesome.

They have moisture vaporators at the recycling center. Just like on Tatooine!

I gotta TELL somebody about this.

Another in a series of photos from my visit to the Autry Museum of Western Heritage in Griffith Park, California. This photo shows Don "Red" Barry's gunbelt and Colt pistol in .45 caliber (not the rig pictured in the photograph of Mr. Barry). I don't know if the grips are really stag, and I have no idea who made the leather (that doesn't look like all that to me). I also don't know about "back in the day", but these days stag grips go for mucho grande dinero (as do Colt Single Action Army pistols).

I DO know that the pistol shore is purdy.

Yeah, not the most exciting pictures in the world, and the quality bites... But if you're like me, just looking at photos of a Regal Theater lobby will conjure up at least a moment or two of pleasant thoughts.

BIMBO must be an old family name or something.

I'm just sayin.

I guess I have nothing to say about these gumball machines

at the mall in Temecula, California.

The lower photo shows my favorite slot machine at one of the casinos in San Diego County. Star Wars. I like this one because you can watch short clips of the movie above the machines. I don't enjoy gambling all that much so it gives me something to do while folks I am with try their hand at losing. And all the neon colors are fantastic.

And yes, that is not my arm.

I was out running errands today and this is where I ended up.

I don't think I really wanted to end up on Tobacco Road, so I drove on.

(lousy cell phone camera)

Check out these 3-D glasses. These are the glasses I (lifted) used when I went to see Final Destination 5 in IMAX 3-D tonight. I think these glasses are really old school. I am pretty sure these are the same style (non fold-up) glasses that we were given at Disneyland when viewing Captain EO starring Michael Jackson and that was a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago.

I am sure that as an audience we all look a lot more hip wearing the REAL 3-D glasses than these. Can you picture a whole bunch of people donning these things all at once? I am betting we all look pretty cheezy. Plus, these glasses are absolutely BRUTAL on the bridge of the nose.

Oh, and FD5 was really good.

I've heard of these, but never actually seen a truck

with a "HELP ME!" hole.

This is just a picture I took when I went to my last doctor's appointment. I was killing some time waiting at McDonald's off of Ventura Blvd in Encino (CA). It was a windy and rainy day and I always found the colors on this building interesting. Those trees were actually bending bigtime in the wind but I was not quick enough with my camera to catch it.

These are not Poindexter's (reference Felix the Cat) spectacles. These are the 3-D glasses we were given when we went to see Final Destination 4. Yes, I am a thief, I took them. But leaving behind the "my life of crime" discussion for the moment, are these glasses old school, or what? Or maybe these "DOLBY 3-D" glasses are just a bit more "clunky" than the "REAL 3-D" glasses I am used to are. And they do not fold up. That open position is permanent.

Had I noticed the "Anti-Theft Tag Installed" note printed inside the frame I would have been much too nervous to walk out with them. It's a good thing I didn't see it.

Right? RIGHT? Nevermind.

We found this dead tarantula in our garage.

Better dead than alive, and better in the garage

than in the house is what I say.

Have you seen these things? Hurricane simulators. They are popping up at indoor malls. For the paltry sum of two dollars you may step inside and have your hair blown every which way to Sunday.

I continue to let this experience slip through my fingers.

(I took the picture with my cell phone camera.)

Hokey smokes! It's the trashcan in the garage of Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin ride in Toontown at Disneyland... And remember, the can on the right is only for rags.

I wonder who THIS trash belongs to.

I'll have to look into this and report back tomorrow.

I was driving along a road today and I spotted this large avocado tree.

To me it looked like... well.... Let's just say I added a few things
to make it look more like I thought it should.

Ozzy! Ozzy! Ozzy!

We had a couple of visitors who were eating the grapes off of our vines tonight. The pictures aren't that good... I suppose it's because my camera is not that great (and I am not that great). Complete darkness to flash exposure in 00000000.000000001 seconds does not work that well either. But hey, enough lame excuses.

The eyes on those guys seem to be glowing because of a light-reflecting surface behind the retina called the tapetum lucidum. It helps them to see better in the dark.

And that is as scientifically involved as Lizzy gets.

This sign was taped to the wall over the toilet of an outlet store restroom I was using. Somebody had corrected the spelling of the word "handel" and I could not resist adding my "LOL".

And I no I'm not the spelling and grammar queen,

but you have to get your fun where you can.
Mi vida loca.

Oh, c'mon now.

You can't be all that comfortable.

I took this picture in front of a house I used to live in.

He wasn't there when I was there.

Son of a gun! Looky here!

It's good ol' Buffalo Bill's! In Julian California!

Serving breakfast and lunch!

Daily!

Here's a place I would rather be on this 89 degree day. I would rather be floating along in this reflecting pool. It is located in front of the Botanical Building in San Diego California's Balboa Park. The Botanical Building was built for the 1915 Panama California Exposition. Anyway, I would sure like to be in that water just lazing about with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

But I don't smoke, drink or own a "Float Along In The Reflecting Pool" pass, so I will fantasize.

(And I am not anti-smoke or drink at all, I just don't smoke or drink.)

"Real rewards await those who choose wisely."

At least, that's what it says in the

Indiana Jones Adventure

 ride queue at Disneyland in Anaheim California.

Happy National Day Of The Cowboy!

July 23rd is National Day Of The Cowboy. NDOTC is dedicated to (from the website) "preservation of America's Cowboy heritage so that the history and culture which the United States Congress's National Day of the Cowboy resolution honors, can be shared and perpetuated for the public good, through education, the arts, celebrations, gatherings, rodeos, and community activities."

In honor of NDOTC I have a photo of one of my hats, this one a Resistol. And I don't recommend storing your hats like this. This was a very temporary arrangement. And what says c-o-w-b-o-y more than six foot tall of out of control cactus growth. So the photo below my hat shows just that, from my backyard some years ago.

National Day Of The Cowboy Website

How about a not good upside down picture of the old Disney Channel Building in Burbank California from the driver's seat of my car as I was passing under it on the freeway?

This is my Mezco Cinema of Fear 13 inch Leatherface

plush from the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part 2.

Is he not lovely?

(That is a zip-tie around his waist holding him onto his doll stand.)

When I went to the Gene Autry Museum of Western Heritage (which is what it will always be to me no matter what they change the name to) in Griffith Park California in August of 2010, they had one of Michael Jackson's gloves on display. I left the photo I took pretty large so the description could be read when the image above is clicked on.

I took this picture on the 101 freeway as we drove by the Disney Animation Studios in Burbank, California. And no, those cars are not parked, it's "rush hour". "Rush hour" used to be when people got off of work. But "rush hour" seems to be perpetual anymore.

It's not a very good picture, but I like these hills around Lake Elsinore, California.

To me they look like a painting. I took this photo today as I was driving by.

Here's a view of the hills of Calabasas/Agoura California from a Shell gas station off the Ventura (101) freeway. If those mountains look familiar, it might be because among other things they were the exterior location for the television show MASH.

This gas station is one of my restroom stops on my way from here to there.

Everybody... SAL-SAAAA!

Hey, I have no idea. But it looks kind of nuclear,
in a Lost In Space sort of way.

Yes, they are not the oh so sexy columns on one of the

many patios of mi Estate De Grandes. Nope.

The taillight tells me that I am only in line for an IN-N-OUT Burger.

With the warm weather comes fire season and the dreaded brush fires. This one yesterday was fortunately knocked down in just a few hours with the help of water dropping helicopters, spotting planes and ground crews. A car fire was the cause.

Fires suck.

Happy Birthday America.

I took this picture quite a few years ago at a radio controlled airplane show in Ventura, California.

Ice.... Cold... Coca-Cola.

Does this not look good. And even if it didn't not look good, well... No matter.

It's actually Diet Coke, as I am a Diet Coke freak, as in... I must have it daily.

!! Fun with Tires !!

(...that have been cut in half, cemented into the ground,

 painted to look like a *insert your thought here* and tagged.)

I don't know what his name is, so I'll just call him John, Farmer John.

John has been sitting there for years, twenty-four hours a day, and it gets hot out there. On this day it was over 100 degrees. And yet there he sits. Night and day. Day after day. And he has a camera on his barn. He's pretty cool.

My computer is upstairs in the house and this guy is the guy who greets me as I reach the top of said stairs. He's been there for years and never complains of boredom or anything. In this photo you can see he is saying,
 "Que pasa señorita Tex?"
 I'm sure you've seen others like him, but he is mine.

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,

aboard this tiny....

Wait, what? Where? Tropic who?

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides was awesome. Of course, I'm a pretty big fan girl, so going into it I'm going to give it a lot of room for error. I am admittedly biased. But dang-it all, it was GOOD. I am very tempted to go see it again.

Above is some POTC swag that I picked up over the last few weeks. No biggie, just fun "junk". I'm hoping it is not another four years until the next installment.

The Captain Jacks on my shelf are tellin me that tomorrow is the day that I will be going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.

And to that I say

!!! Huzzah !!!

Here's our modern day mule (more or less).

Without these things, gettin around this property would be purtneer major difficult. This picture was taken in an area where I liked to shoot my firearms. I don't shoot there lately. We worry about brush fires starting from a bullet ricocheting off a rock or something. It's a legitimate concern these days. I took this picture on a hot summer day with an old Sony Mavica. Not the best quality.

Doesn't this look like a nice, breezy, cool place to park your car? It almost looks as though you could lay a blanket out, open an ice cold beverage and have a lazy Sunday snooze.

Well, it's not. It's a hot, germ infested, litter filled Walmart parking lot.



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I heard a ruckus outside one day and went out to find this baby hawk a little confused about how to exit our balcony. I don't know if he was scared or angry or both, but he was making a lot of noise. Unfortunately there was not much I could do but watch and he finally did find his way out.

Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha!! Ho ho ho!!!