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The best defense against bullshit is vigilance. So if you smell something, say something.
Jon Stewart
via – with video and comment
The ugly face of rainfall in the past 48 hours
…according to the map of WetterOnline:
Kinda reminds me of a wild goblin or something like that, with a hanging pointy ear on the left and a standing one on the right…
And that on “International Kissing Day”!
Water
Another Pabuca topic – and it’s the last one (for some time?) because the project ended, unfortunately…
Most people probably could do without the water on this muddy parking lot:
A lot of water has flown past this old mill – but there will be quite some changes in the next couple of years since they’re building a park here:
A few meters away, the old municipal waterworks also had to go – but there’s a light on the horizon already, so to speak…
Main Square Sports
This time, I had to take some photos from the archive – because even though there are quite a few sportive activities in the middle of the town on the main square, these dates don’t obey the Pabuca topic timeline…
Let’s start with an activity during the Bayern-Rundfahrt, a Bavarian bike race which once had a leg start or end in Pfaffenhofen – while the modern cyclists were awaited or seen off on the main area, there were some old bicycles at the side:
Some other time, they filled the area with sand so people can jump up and down and get rid of a ball (which, however, always came back):
And once there was a beer crate rallye (which usually takes place outside of the city center) – the drivers had to move sticks one by one from one crate to the other along a course:
Darkness
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(from Michael Jackson “Thriller”)
