Reuters pictures of the year are in. To have a look click here. I’m not a fan of sports and sports photography in general but, even I must admit, that shot of the guy with the soccer ball embedded in his face is amazing.
Yesterday, I had to get dog food for Charlie, so I headed over to my local Petsmart, where I could fill my prescription (yes, in the “whacked but true” department, Charlie is on a special prescription diet. It’s what keeps him so young at fresh at the tender age of 18.)
So, as I’m walking into the joint, with my prescription card in tow, I notice this great looking guy over by the dog food aisle, picking up his very own kibble (all 20 pounds of it-with one hand, mind you.) About 6 feet 1 or 2, with a mop top of curly dark hair and a great smile, he really picked up my attention. I smiled at him and, as I was walking out of the store, couldn’t help but think, “damn, wish I were his bitch.” (That’s one lucky bitch if you ask me.)
Now I just have to figure out how big a dog he might have so I can go back and meet him again when the kibble dries up.
Until next time…
PS Don’t forget to vote. It’s a dead heat between more Compact Flash and the Nick Cage DVD but it’s early yet so anything goes.