There will be no mention of “Joe the Plumber” on this blog tonight. Sorry if you’re looking for a video clip or a silly joke about Joe The Plumber Dot Com, you’re simply not going to find anything here. The debate sucked. Everything sucks. I shouldn’t have asked people to buy me stock when I became a Bar Mitzvah twelve years ago. I can’t even buy a stick of gum today. So, yeah, no “Joe The Plumber”, just photographs from today’s trip to the aquarium in Long Beach, and the lunch at Bubba Gump Shrimp place across the street that followed.
A large sea bass. Or, Frank Caliendo
Jellyfish. I’d like to see these guys record a better pop record than “Bellybutton”
Nicci enjoys a brief dalliance with a sea lion. Or is that a seal? I swear,
I don’t know the difference anymore. One is fatter than the other, right?
Wait a minute, does that look like I’m calling Nicci fat? Because she’s not.
She’s perfect. Shit, What the fuck am I doing? Next photo! Next photo!
Two Lorikeets fucking on a tree branch.
A bunch more jellyfish. These guys tried and failed to record
an album that was better than “Spilt Milk”
Someone at the aquarium had crabs, and it wasn’t me. I swear.
My favorite exhibit of the day — the elusive North American Handfish
A bunch of little fish.
They call this thing a Weedy Sea Dragon,
but I asked him and he swore he wasn’t holding.
This one was called a Leafy Sea Dragon.
Much like my alcoholic aunts and uncles, I’m not above drinking
excessively at lunch. Wait a minute. When did I get so pale?
I live in Los Angeles — shouldn’t I be brown, wrinkled and leathery by now?
Like Forest Gump, I’m waiting on something
that never seems to come. He was waiting for a bus,
I’m waiting for a book deal or a lucky lottery ticket or some-fucking-thing.
