Saturday, June 9, 2007

It's not just me!

I've received a few e-mails with some great mailboxes and I'll get them posted soon, promise.

For now, I wanted to share a link to David Morrison's mailbox photos. He's captured some really interesting mailboxes and captured them well.

To be fair, I live in a state where you can go to the gun show Saturday morning and walk out with a concealed weapons permit later that afternoon. So composition isn't my main concern, out running Bubba is ;)

Friday, June 8, 2007

Everybody down, this is a stickup!

When my four year old asked me if he could decorate my mailbox, I told him no.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Remember the Alamo!

I guess this is one way to deter those pesky kids from scoring points with your mailbox during their next friendly game of mailbox baseball. Spoil sports.

By the way before you get any ideas U.S. Code Title 18, Section 1705 prohibits the willful destruction of a mailbox, or mail within it, and allows for a fine and up to three years of imprisonment for persons who do so.

Just in case you've never been to the Alamo, unlike Ozzy, or you've been and forgotten what it looks like, like Ozzy, but for completely different reasons...maybe. Here's what it looks like:

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Just be the ball, be the ball, be the ball. You're not being the ball Danny.

Now I'm in the mood for Caddyshack quotes.

Sandy: I want you to kill every gophers on the golf course!
Carl: Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they're gonna lock me up and throw away the key...
Sandy: Not golfers, you great fool! Gophers! The *little* *brown*, *furry* *rodents* !
Carl: We can do that; we don't even have to have a reason. All right, let's do the same thing, but with gophers !

Al: Oh, this your wife, huh? A lovely lady. Hey baby, you must've been something before electricity.

Al: Hey, doll. Could you scare up another round for our table over here? And tell the cook this is low grade dog food. I've had better food at the ballgame, you know? This steak still has marks from where the jockey was hitting it.

Carl: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Monday, June 4, 2007

Flower Power

9 for originality.

7 for craftsmanship.

10 for tackiness.