Hibernum’s Journal

Today there was a classic car show downtown.  It was shitty light.  The sun overhead, and the skies grey, making the light blue, diffuse, and harsh.  Around the capitol square there were all kinds of vendors, and classic cars down State Street.

My grandmother thought people in Madison were “bigger”, and she was right.  She figured it was all that beer, cheese, and general eating out.  Sometimes it feels like there is not much to do in Madison besides go to restaurants.  But I take pictures like this because, really, is there no shame?  Take some care, have some pride.  A new shirt is 7 dollars.

In complete contrast to this, there was the Wacky Wheeler.  What is a Wacky Wheeler?  Well, you will have to wait to find out.  First, bike to work week begins on Monday.  No way in hell I’m biking to work.  First, it is a half hour drive.  I can’t imagine how far to bike.  One guy tried that and came in a half hour late because there was a strong headwind.  Then there is the fact that I’d probably get hit by a car.

So the Wacky Wheeler inagurated the art bike parade.  What is an “art bike”.  A piece of shit if you ask me.  But hey, you didn’t ask.

I often wonder what possesses a person to make this their life’s work.  Do you just wake up one morning and say “Hey, I’m going to be a wacky wheeler.  Hey honey, good news!  I’m going to be a wacky wheeler!”  Is this a family tradition?  Did you learn from old man wheeler?  God only knows.

I dig the old classic cars, especially the streamlined digs from the 30s.  This puppy has a V8, thanks for asking.

Oh dear God, a time machine!  Fuck yes, the Delorian!  No, I didn’t see Doc or Marty, but how cool is that?

Man, the 70s were weird.  There were a surprisingly large amount of AMC cars present.  This one above is almost cool in its retros 70s self.  Man the 70s were weird.

Ok now here we go, bullets and fins!  Man, they don’t make them like this anymore.  I love the old chromed up cars from the 50s.

Once you start with the black and white on pictures of old cars, it is hard to stop.  Especially with the sepia tones, boy doesn’t that beat all?

I was supposed to go to a roller derby tonight, but I didn’t make it out in time.  Damnit Dawn, kitty litter can wait a day.  I guess I’ll have to wait until next time.

Cats can make interesting pets.  Well socialized cats will bond with a person much like a dog.  A well socialized cat has a little personality.  But cats are not people.

This is not a person

Some people, though, are under the impression that cats are fuzzy little people.  Behold:

No, Grammy’s Pot Pie isn’t next to Campbell’s soup.  No, this is cat food in a pet store.  I guess I am still a little shocked at how many adults are that facile and emotionally underdeveloped.  I mean really?

A few days ago I had a dream that I was John Dillinger.  I was in the movie theater and the cops were trying to get me.  They weren’t really trying to capture me, they were trying to shoot me.  I was looking for an unobstructed exit.  I made my way into a back alley and tried to shoot my way out.  Up and over a fence, and I started to run.  I ran so hard I found myself suddenly on a dirt road on the outskirts of town.  There I hid under a chicken coop while a cop walked by.  I was tired from running.  I had to get away.  I snuck up into the farm house on the hill.  The cops came inside to search the place.  I hid under the kitchen sink, in the back.  I didn’t have the bullets to shoot my way out.  How was I to survive?  Then I woke up.  Why is this important?  Because today they were shooting the new Johnny Depp movie “The Public Enemy” on the capitol.  And I happened to stumble on by.

The curious onlookers

At first I thought it was a classic car show

You can tell it is the set, because they are all wearing hats

Oh yeah

There’s no cell phone with cameras in the 30s!  Everyone knows they only had those big brick cell phones with the antenna you can’t retract.

They don’t make hood ornaments like that

I wonder if one of these is the Dillinger Escape Car.  I guess I’ll have to watch the movie to find out.

Just a brief update, for those of you speculating that Jason had a vasectomy…he didn’t.  Hernia surgery.  That is all.

First Michael Jackson was on the auction block.  Now Jose Canseco is in foreclosure.  Now with the MJ thing I think it is part of the whole bizarro world that is his life.  But with Canseco, I tend to chock it up to stupid jock made stupid decisions.  If this was 10 years ago it wouldn’t be news.  But since we are in a mortgage mess, it is news.  Still, what the heck is going on in California?

Now for something totally different.  Take a walk with me around the neighborhood.

No dumping.  That means you.

Dumping

More dumping

This kinda crap pisses me off.  People just dump their old CRT TVs into the dumpster or behind the a building.  Those things contain toxic chemicals.  They should be properly disposed.  I don’t want those chemicals leaking into my drinking water.  Not to mention that if the storage unit folds, the mess will just sit there.  It makes this neighborhood more of a pit that it already is.  Seriously, is a dumpster so hard.  My crappy apartment has one.