Speaking of Abortions...

Actually, this has nothing to do with abortions, just as none of my posts really have anything to do with contemporary moral, political, or philosophical issues. Admittedly, I may have already blown this post's load (the Abbey road pic is definately one of the best), but you should check out these anchronistic Photoshops anyway.

The Segway pic reminded me of the tall-glass-of-water security guard my brother and I spotted segwaying about the Galleria food court. We, as a unit of similar genetics, pondered the practicality of his mode of transport. I know those things have a straight-a-way speed of about 15 m.p.h., which is a full sprint for a healthy guy , but still there's something about the pretentious and ostentatious laziness of those machines that immediately categorizes a rider/operator/driver/leaner as, oh, I don't know, a duckbuttered douchebag. Were I chased, I'd hit the stairs/escalator up (or down for comic effect) with my snarfled Emporio Armani and chortle. Like a fat man. He was wearing a helmet, though. So, pretty sure he was ready for a rough chase filmed with fast cuts and a jiggling camera, I tended to my nachos and left my dreams of couture-crime forever.