Well, Hell

I didn't make it to the next round in the Amazon competition. Damn. I guess my pitch wasn't good enough or something. Oh, well.

On the bright side, somebody's story, "Fried Green Zombies," DID advance. So, if you were banking on that one, good for you!

Trumped

Trump Building (l) and Carbide &
Carbon/Hard Rock Hotel Building (r).
South loop.

Forbidden Fruit

Magnificent Mile, downtown Chicago.

Lighting

Hyde Park, Stony Island Avenue.

Worky Workington

It's sunny today. Cold, but pretty. Like you can almost see Spring flexing its toes a bit, despite that odd snowstorm last night.

This clip always makes me snicker...



I just love how the bassist and drummer try to keep it together as the frontman melts down, and how visibly disgusted the other guys are with it. I also love how the frontman's guitar is de-tuned from the initial wipeout, and he's basically just playing from muscle memory, but like a few octaves off-kilter.

*snicker* <-- See? I toldja!