Vintage Monday: Old Bookstore

I can totally imagine myself in this picture: just after a rain, the air is nippy but smells good. On my way home for work I stop at the bookstore and end up browsing for an hours, and finally leave with a stack of books under my arm.

Vintage Monday: Rabbit

The rabbit is laying Easter eggs. The small brown variety.

Vintage Monday: Two Gentlemen from Vienna

A handsome couple aren't they?

I know the picture was taken in Vienna because of the photographer's address, but it reminds me of the strange custom of changing the name of some foreign cities and countries. Not just the English do it either. The Hungarian name for Vienna/Wien is Bécs. Don't ask me why; I have no idea.

Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure New York is called New York in most of the world, but United States of America is Eggyesült Államok in Hungarian. (And Hungarian is magyar.) This gives rise to the frequent joke of calling Egybesült Államok. Egybesült is when you fry or deep-fry foodstuff and two pieces get stuck together in the process. Not unlike these two gents are stuck together. Ha! I knew I could bring it back around. :)

Vintage Monday: Daylight Savings

Unlike most everyone else, I'm not aghast over "losing" an hour, or wander around torpidly--well, no more than usual. The reason is that I'm on daylight savings time all year around. This is just when the rest of the world catches up with me.

In my opinion, we all should stay on daylight savings all year around. I mean, when would you rather have an hour of extra sunlight, in the morning while driving to work, or at the end of the day when you can actually enjoy it?

Vintage Tuesday--because I missed Monday

Well, hello there, Mr. Blast from the Past. Is that a bear rug?

Vintage Monday: Football

I know football season has started because it's Thanksgiving this week. Yeah, you can guess how much attention I pay to this sport. I once went to a Notre Dame game but left at half time because I was bored out of my skull. Honestly, rugby seems far more exciting. Men in short shorts tackling each other. Mmm....

Vintage Monday: Kilt Edition

I spent the last week listening to Diana Gabaldon's The Scottish Prisoner. I'm a huge fan of Lord John Gray and both admire and envy Gabaldon's prose. Jamie Frasier and his surliness were rubbing me the wrong way, though, for a large part of the book. He grew on me in the end, once he mellowed out a little. And I'm starting to to develop a thing for Scottish accents--my second favorite after Welsh.

The guy above is I think from the Canadian Highlander regiment, but who gives a damn. Men should wear kilts all the time.