Y2K 2.0

What, the Internet is still here? I thought that DNSChanger virus was supposed to wipe most of us right off the Web. Well, huh. Makes me kind of rueful about posting all those photos the day before it was to happen. Oh, well. Live and learn. I’m wearing a leather mask in most of the pics, anyway.

Is this heaven?

No, it’s Lisbon. A special thanks to you-know-who, for unposting your road out you-know-where. It really is a beauty, and I promise to treat it with all the respect and care it deserves. Signed, El Mechon, Suzuki DR650.

Smoking the pipes

In Auburn, city leaders have hired a firm to blow smoke through the sewer system in a search for leaks. Seems about right. Politicians, man. They’re always blowing smoke up something.

No boyz allowed

So, I’m out in Lisbon for a Historical Society program about the burning of Worumbo Mill, right? So, I get to the MTM Center, OK? And there’s only one open door and that door leads into a gym, right? So, in the gym are a dozen or so young women having basketball practice. Or possibly volleyball. I don’t know for sure because every time I approached that door, some inner voice screamed for me to back away. It occurred to me that it might not be a ball-oriented game after all. It could have been Extreme Self-Defense for Angry Women or some such, and I didn’t feel like volunteering to be their attack dummy (not after what happened last time). Pepper spray to the face, long, painted nails to the eyes and a flurry of knees to my lower regions? Thanks, but no thanks. I waited until photographer Jose Leiva showed up and tricked him into going first.

I’m not saying I’m proud of it.

Photo Fu

So, photographer Russ Dillingham continues his mastery of photo-gymnastics by videotaping the rescue of a man who was pinned beneath a skidder in the Lewiston woods. Great stuff. It’s a little disappointing, though: Had he been there a few minutes sooner, Dillingham obviously would have lifted the skidder off the dude with one arm while running the camera with the other. All those funny jokes about Chuck Norris? You can just go ahead and apply those to Russ.

It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.

So, I had to go to the Shaw’s pharmacy the other day to get the high-test version of Sudafed. Isn’t it funny how the more you go out of your way to impress upon people that you’re not a meth addict, the more you look like a meth addict? The twitching, the overly bright smile, the extra loud voice . . . The same thing happens when I buy the economy-sized jug of glue at the hardware store.

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