Teaser McGeezer

I thought I would never post photographs of "super hard to see because it is night time and I am not using a flash" scenes. So-called scenes are not popular with the masses. There is no point to such scenes. It actually goes without saying that a scene where nothing is seen is not worth seeing. So it goes, and yet, here I go: The pictures below are of approximately ninety percent completion. That in and of itself is not any more significant than the images of said near finality. However, the significance lies not in the termination, but in the application. Ninety percent, as one could have guessed (as I did in hindsight), means an automobile of nominal proportions can reside beneath me. As you cannot see in these pictures, the Snowball rests comfortably out of meteorological range. I hesitate to post visible preculmination views, but as tweaking may occur beyond one hundred percent construction, the temptation may be succumbed to by me.

If you cannot post anything nice, you might as well not post anything at all.

Everything seems to be coming together into a beautiful little package. Shingles, Tyvek, window and door openings, and a freshly shoveled driveway are just a few new features currently featured in tonight's special feature. It is rather cold out here in the backyard, but that is okay since, in this case, rather has only relative meaning.

Those of you paying attention may notice a few design changes. Please, pay these no mind. They are but the delicious ice cream unexpectedly resting on the plate next to the already delicious enough pecan pie, and then it is as if an architectural dollop of whipped cream adorns the entire dessert edifice (not to be concerned with a desert edifice, such as a Giant Sphinx or Great Pyramid of Giza).

I expect great progress this week as weather cooperates as well as my designer who acts as cool as a cucumber. That last part is not true, but I used the word as five times in one sentence.

Teaser Time

It is once again time for a teaser post. I am currently under construction. I am slightly embroiled in red tape, but no worries. To make a short story even shorter, I will soon have the tallest short story in this small town, and that is no tall tale. Also, to make matters better, my vintage windows from my previous incarnation received new life as fake vintage windows hanging on a not too distant living room wall. Captain Planet would be proud, if he were not in Copenhagen fighting AG and AGW (I assume). He may need extra Heart, but not as much Earth (I presume). Teaser photographs follow including a gem of a view from inside my favorite type of enclosed four-wheeled vehicle, the automobile.

Here are some grand pictures of my friends standing on my (future) floor. I hope you can get a sense of scale from the board (it is a two-by-four). Soon I will have car friends standing on me and not just human friends. Coming soon to a computer near you: Photographs of my vertical construction. The evolution of my design will likely astound you. Furthermore, edifice-warming plans commence in earnest and in jest. For example, I cannot wait to see how many vehicles can be crammed onto one driveway. How grand!

The Sun Sets Quickly on a Planted Seed

A few high quality pictures of my future foundation for friends to foresee how I form. That was a sentence with a lot of effs in it. All of them fit in the context perfectly and were not stretches in the least.

It gets dark early, but you can see that it will be an awesome automobile abode. Brighter pictures forthcoming.

More Remnants of a Bygone Era

Here are some more stones pulled from my cobblestone foundation. These are all that remain of a once great edifice. Dirty, misshapen, lovely, beautiful, magnanimous, five words that I am using to describe the balls of rock that supported me literally and figuratively (mostly literally) for approximately 113 years. I did, and will again, take these boulders for granted, but currently I adequately appreciate their grants. They were underground for many generations of automobiles, and before that, several generations of horses, donkeys, and / or mules. (Forgive the redundancy.) I remember my first horseless carriage. I kicked the horsefull carriage out and welcomed with open gate, a Model-T. Then came seventy years of cars too big to fit inside, that had to park in the driveway. It was a dark time. A time replete with motorcycles, lawnmowers, bicycles, and worst of all, Yugos. As the weeds grew thick around me, I dreamed of being reborn to fit real vehicles, mancars, if you will. Alas, we shall see.


(Please forgive any inaccuracies in the preceding memory. It has been a rough couple of weeks.)

After the Gun Show

It is all over but the crying. The trees seem to weep tears of formerly fabulous fall foliage onto the once glorious home of many vivacious vehicles. However, we must not dwell on what once was but focus on what someday could be. This hallowed ground is now a blank slate. Tonight the neighborhood dreams of what flower might bloom out of the wasteland.