Big-ass pirate ship

This is a casino across the sreet. The thing is massive, like three
stories tall. Someday I shall have a pirate ship/casino...oh yes...I
shall.

Sales picked up later in the day yesterday and we celibrated with a sea
food dinner followed by a wild evening on the down. And by wild evening
I mean we watched tv in our hotel room. Today dawns bright and cool. The
air is clear and the sun shines almost too brightly in the sky.

A rocky start

The above image is my dealers pass. It depicts a skeleton in a wreaked
car. What this has to do with scifi I have no idea. But its a pretty
good representation of my mood. We arrived on time and started load-in,
which is always fun in the same way dental surgery is fun. The dealers
room is a craptastic hall across from the host hotel. Its a condemned
building. Litereally. After this con, they're tearing it down. This will
be no great loss. It has all the charm of a vfw hall and smell like cat
piss. Although pleasant outside, the room is freezing. Not a great
start.

Signs of the times

This photo is of the front of a big-ass gas station. In a burst of
creativity that their home office would dissaprove of, they built a
small pond. Its about 12 by 4 feet and 6 inches deep. Now take note of
the signs. I can't be sure if this is funny or a sad statement on
american inteligence.

The road goes ever on and on. We're almost to Biloxi. We're running
behind. A nasty accident held on immobile for almost an hour last night,
and this morning an unearthly fog covered the state like a shroud.

Somewhere in Kentucky

When we stopped for gas we found this great roadside relic. "The Ole
Genr'l Store" is a string of five or six old buildings absolutely
stuffed with all manner of stuff. Geodes, antiques, walking sticks,
preserves, you name it. Its run by a nice old couple. I had to get some
pics. This kind of place won't be around in 10 years. It will be leveled
and turned into another clean, efficient BP or Sheetz with a layout
exactly like the one in your hometown.

Windows Dressing Fun - Part 1

This is the view of our local video store from the street. Details
below.

Windowdressing fun - Closer look = Funny

Here's the sign next to the snowman. Read it all, its truly disturbing. Life in a small town makes people funny I guess.

'Gay' apparently naughty now.

This is a little messed up. Apparently there are teams of people who play something called Pro Sports. When they play these games, which involve ass slapping and showering together, they wear clothing with their team colors, name and number. (I once wore a colored uniform with my name and a number on it, but that was only until the witness had an 'accident' and I was released for lack of evidence).

So, as a fan of these sports, it stands to reason that you too might like to spend $80 to buy a replica of the jersey they wear, so that you can make believe that you 'got game', or whatever, while eating chili cheese fries at your local sports bar. Lucky for you the NFL now has a place where you can make your own jersey. You can choose your favorite color, number and name. Unless you try to use the work 'Gay', of course. When you enter this most horrible of words, you will be rejected. Originally, the site said that you are not allowed to use 'Naughty' words on your shirt. This site was changed after people, one of whom actually played pro football and is named Gay, complained. The restriction is still in place, but the rejection notice is more impersonal. For the story, check here.

Of course we can't let people use just ANY words. That kind of unregulated freedom of speech is reserved for communist countries like Canada. In fact, there are over 1,121 words you can't use on your $80 shirt. And Gay is one of them, along with 'Homo', 'Lesbian' and oddly, 'sexy'. The following words were not offensive though; 'Terroris't, 'Cocks', 'Bin Laden' & 'Hitler'.

I went to the site and made my own design. Although I am upset at the company for being asshats, my design is pretty sweet.