In this page's eight years and change, I've run a lot of random photos just for the sake of having something visually interesting. And then there are the photos I loooove. For no reason, here are some.
This is quite possibly my favorite photo that I've ever taken. This is Dorkass' little sister, Dorkbutt, on New Year's Day, 2000. She had been my millennial date. And yep, that's a snowball impact crater on her forehead.
You just can't beat Percy's belly-button cameltoe. You can try. You will fail.
It's impossible to pick a favorite stupid church sign, but if I had to, I'll go with this one. That weasel.
I took this photo of my boat and Jeep for the benefit of the Darwin Awards, but I ended up living.
This was satisfying in that Lynn and Sue had just walked through this screen six times, claiming it was invisible.
This one speaks for itself.
Two Steelers-related photos make the cut. The first is of a fan. Following Ben Roethlesberger's motorcycle wreck, she was tailgating outside the hospital where he was still in surgery. Coolest. Fan. Ever.
And of course, there was this Flash animation of the Super Bowl pass interference that I still relentlessly hear never occurred.
If you have to ask, you'll never know.
Stank troll Jan of Germany thought of my fat man's crease when his son was born. The result is my favorite troll-submitted photo.
This photo of Pat Robertson taking a massive dump makes the cut because (other than a pic of the Mythbusters twinkie) it remains the number one Google draw to this page. Go figure.
Many pictures are favorites because I couldn't believe my luck in finding them on Google Images. When I posted about being the White Guy in a neighborhood, not to mention about being called "Egger," I found this utterly perfect representation.
Same thing with this photo of a single living flower amongst a bunch of wilted ones. Is there a better metaphor possible for being friends with your ex?
When I posted my review of Bride and Prejudice, I talked at length about the clumsy, vehement anti-Americanism spouted by the female lead. And when I googled her, I found this hilariously hypocritical picture.
When I ridiculed Newsweek for topping its "Women in Leadership" cover story with a feature on Danica Patrick, this made for a lovely juxtaposition.
Nothing can compared to the serendipitous pic I ran with the Yoko post, though. I had already written the post, including the line
No, I'm talking about a descent into a sort of madness, where the whispers in his ear become his unquestioned perception of reality. Suddenly, you and your friend have conflicts.When I later googled Yoko Ono, this utterly perfect picture popped up. It gave me chills. Still does.