I Don't Really Have Anything to Say, So Here is Something...

Come this time of year I tend to get caught up in the nice weather and my drivel-posting pace slows somewhat. This is, of course, before my tendencies for creative grilling kick in and my summer cook-out posting begins. Anyhow, just thought I would share some of the randomness that has collected on the old Droid R2-D2 in the past couple of weeks.

Pictured above is a pile of baby ducks under the whorey glow of a red heat lamp. For my money, nothing much is cuter than a pile of baby ducks. We took the little munchkin to see the baby animals over at Indian Ladder farms today. Fun was had by all and we left pleasantly be-speckled with baby goat spit. Oh yeah, also present was this righteously pissed turkey (notice the little fellar in front of him havin' a dust bath!)



On Saturday we made the obligatory treck to Tulip Festival. We literally strolled up to the Tulips, took some pictures, got the wife a lemonade and left. In my old age (I am 31 now) I have become increasingly intolerant of the crowds of Brosephs who show up at most Albany "events."



Here is Moses throwing up his hands in despair and lamenting the lack of freely swilled beer (and the amount of Brosephs/Brosephinas).



Driving away from the ol' festival of Tulips I spied an interesting store front.



In case you can't see, the sign says "Psychiatry is Social Control" and there are several other anti-Mental Health (i.e. the practice of) slogans. Always refreshing to see a big load of bat shit craziness on your Saturday drive.

Moving on, a while back I ventured over to the Deli Warehouse on Fuller Rd. as I have not visited in years. I generally avoid the Deli Warehouse due to the fact that the piles of pre-cut deli meat gross me out, but sometimes they have big 5 pound jars of honey for cheap (I brew mead sometimes). On the occasion of my visit the joint was closed, but the trip was not a total loss as I spied this.



This is that weird dance studio on Fuller. It is advertising "Exotic Pole Dancing" classes. I haven't signed up yet, I don't think they are ready for my sweet bod.

I spied a CDTA bus on 787 heading towards Troy.



Emblazoned on the back was a full bus ad for Provence Restaurant (Stuy. Plaza, Guild.). While looking at this ad is an improvement from having to stare at James Trauring's ugly mug, I don't know if I agree with it. If you are trying to come off as a (sort of) up market French place, the ass of a bus is not the first place I would think to be desirable for advertising. But what do I know?

Finally, I got over to Target to peruse their new grocery selection. You know, they have "meat" and veg now. Anyhow, look at the below meat.



They have this weird "Sutton and Dodge" brand meat, not much else. Kind of a scanty assortment, and just look at this example. It is all glisten-y, red, and fake "juicy" looking. It is obviously monkeyed with with some form of meat science and not something that I would ever buy. I found Target's "fresh" produce and "meat" selection to be thoroughly underwhelming.

Well there you have, just a quick insight into the doings of a marginally literate and rarely read regional blog writer. You can stop being enthralled now.