Foggy day at the beach.

Words I mispronounce on purpose.

pro-NUN-sky-ation  ( I got this from the Pop Eye movie with Robin Williams.)

KA-nif (knife, I think I got this from my dad.)

s-KIZ-ers (scissors, also from my dad.)

Sometimes I put an "r" in "wash", like "Warshington". I got this from an ex-girlfriend's dad.

And I had a math instructor in high school who would say things like "Oh, I put the EM-pha-sis on the wrong SYL-ol-ible."  This always cracked me up.

I've mispronounced these, on purpose, for so long that I don't really notice anymore, and it amuses me when people just think I'm stupid.

Important Indicators

Driving south on 101 at approximately 9:00am, the freeway reflectors in the rear-view mirror shine bright blood red.  These are designed so if at night a person gets confused and goes driving against the right of way these reflectors act as warnings.  I love seeing these because it gives me hope that, in life, if I'm about to really f**k up there might be some indication before everything goes really really bad.  And not seeing any signs, at the moment, that maybe things are okay and maybe I'm heading in a safe direction, but maybe I just don't know what to be looking for.

Phrases I intentionally mutilate.

"In for a nickel...may as well go swimming."

"Like shooting ducks in a bucket."

"He's got a mind like a rubber trap."

"He's got his thumb on the pulse of the situation."

Pipe cleaner drawing

Candy Shoppe

My favorite finds during a first-of-many-but-all-too-brief-visit to  Powell's Sweet Shoppe (San Luis Obispo):

Wax Lips
Watermelon Blow Pop
Wax Bottle (Nik-L-Nips)
Horehound Candy Sticks
Yoda Shot Class
Inflatable Turkey from Accoutrements

Some great (continuing) childhood memories.