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Tweets from the beyond?

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Isn’t it nice to know that you’ll be able to send tweets from the next service you attend? Or perhaps the caskets are equipped with high speed internet in an updated take on Edgar Allen Poe’s, ‘The Premature Burial.’ I really don’t know what to think, but I was glad to finally grab a shot of this billboard with its odd implications. On a different note, the weather report calls for thunder storms tonight. I know from experience that these Texan electrical storms can be real window rattlers at 3 a.m.  They also goof up my cell phone service. Then,…

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Hey, does this food pyramid make me look fat?

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If you’ve read my blog much, you’ve probably noticed that I like to take pix of some of amusing billboards and post them here. So far, I’ve blogged about the mysterious Hardcore Training Facility, the fact that in Ft. Worth Big Grandma is Watching You, and whether or not you’ve Got Gun?. I even lamented about the ‘ones that got away’ in my Bubbly Clouds post. I’ve seen these donut ads for a while now, but have been holding out because there is a particular one I wanted a photo of. It shows this donut ad side by side with…

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Got Gun?

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Spending time in Texas when you’re from the north is rather like hanging out with an infamous uncle, the one you’ve been hearing outrageous stories about your whole life, but have never met. You step off the plane, shake his hand, and can’t help but keep a mental checklist of how he stacks up in real life versus all the family lore. As a newcomer, I am still sorting through Texan cliche versus Texan reality. One that’s ringing true so far is that folks like their guns down here. I have seen billboards for at least 3 different gun shows…

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Hardcore Training

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What do you mean, you go to Curves? 24 Hour Fitness? LA Fitness? That’s sissy talk. Around these here parts, we take physical fitness seriously. That’s right. We are hardcore, hence the name. I haven’t actually been inside Hardcore Fitness, I merely snapped this shot as we drove by, but it’s all too easy to envision a Spartan interior, with plenty of cement and jutting corners. The dressing room benches are cold hard slabs, nothing cushy anywhere. Cold showers, for sure, and let’s not forget the lurching, no-necked, roid-filled trainers with monosyllabic names who barely move their lips when they…

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