okay, so that thing wedged between the dashboard and the windshield wasn’t a cracker like i had originally guessed. rather, it turned out to be some sort of makeup applicator pad thing.

i wonder what sort of bizarre circumstances caused this one.

alright, so for the past week or so i’ve been driving around Vegas in a friend’s car, a car with something wedged between the windshield and the dashboard. i always notice it while i’m driving but it never stayed on my mind long enough for me to inspect it until today.

but before i tell you guys what this mystery item is, how about another round of guessing?

i don’t really know my way around Las Vegas so, like many similarly confused motorists, i rely on a handy GPS thing to tell me where to go and when to turn. the only problem with using satellite navigation in a fast-growing city like Vegas is that things change an awful lot; new roads pop up, old roads get cut off, one-ways become both-ways, and all sorts of crazy things happen.

and nobody thinks to mention these things to the nerds who control the satellites >:(

i took this photo in Tainan, Taiwan last year because it was supposed to be some sort of special plant. trouble is, i don’t remember what it’s called or why it’s so special. i know that probably 0% of you out there are horticultural experts but i figure it’s worth an ask.

do you know what this is?

say hello to Quiba the pug! watch her run to the bathroom and grunt!

there’s a peaceful calm that comes with being in the desert; the sun overhead, cracked earth beneath your feet, and nothing but dust and rocks until horizon meets mountain. all that is changed, of course, when human civilization moves in with their tarmac roads and fills the streets with people who can’t drive.

if you think about it, a lot of people who live here in Vegas are probably the first human beings in the history of civilization to settle permanently in the area. this was probably all empty desert completely devoid of human life save a few nomadic tribes or the odd wanderer. also, i’d imagine that a great percentage of the people moving into these cookie-cutter neighborhoods that are springing up all over the city are making history by being the first human beings to ever drop a deuce at their particular spots.

nothing screams ‘Las Vegas’ with more immediacy than the throng of slot machines that greet you as you deplane at McCarran International.

yeesh.