Canada Day

O Canada, how did I raise you wrong?



You're going to pieces before my very eyes. And teeth.

Better than a carful of Bobbsy Twins

Ron was gaping at this tall beauty. She didn't say anything but by not running away, I could tell she was interested. She's a little tall for him to dance with but that evens out in the horizontal. I asked Ron to ask if she had a twin.



She did in fact. I suppose if one twin is barely legal, the other likely is too. It doesn't matter. I date them, not card them.



As we talked she could see how much alike we were.

Home

What a rigmarole of security debriefing.

Nothing says home more than a cone under the sun. Except for some things that I'm not authorized to put photos of online.

Outpost bound

You would not believe hard hard it is for me to make the Vulcan greeting. The prosthetic ears are convincing, aren't they. This photo was snapped just before the site-to-site transport took me away.