Annals Of Misanthropy

Alright, two items today (& just barely) to compensate for none Saturday.

Socializing is killing us, & we're too pooped to pop. (Or not. Good eatin', to excess.)

A reminder of what lives among us.

Rockabilly, corporate drone in wknd. drag. Lights on in your heads, it's 2010!

Left to Right: Unknown, but brought decent brew; Obnoxious, annoying, generally disliked (Who invited him?); Dull; & (again) "Ladies, it's 2010. Really."

Disclaimer (of sorts): We know none of the above. Not that we wouldn't type it as it is about those we do know. We've been introduced to the dude below, who dresses like & may well be a ++ironic 90042 hipster twice now, & do remember his name begins w/ a "D." As to those w/ their backs wisely turned to the camera, the less said the better.

Freakin' sausage party, also.

Another panorama of dull. One can barely go anywhere w/o this sort of thing staring back at one. Even worse: The fucking ocean.

Just one raw nerve, aren't we? And no damn wonder, as no one is safe from anything anymore, anywhere.

Drumming up business. It's looking up!

TITLE CORRECTED (30 August 2010 @ 1307): Not just dames. Sorry. (Told you we were exhausted.)