4 days ago
Mar 9, 2009
Altadena Security
Business took me to Pasadena today, and as always I followed it up with a fact finding trip in the hollowed hills of Altadena. I believe I found the entrance to the zany Zorthian place, but that's for another day. The most important fact I uncovered this time, was that Altadenians employ unorthodox security systems.
I stopped to take pictures of this interesting looking house...
...and found that it was guarded by garden pixies who were hiding in the grass, outside the low brick wall fence. I have no idea about the effectiveness of this security system. I was more impressed by the next one I found:
No god - or deer - fearing burglar would dare to break into this house. It probably has vicious bunny rabbits hiding in the flower bed.
In the back there was a second deer - with a piglet on his head. Even the most hardened criminals would be scared off by this deadly deer-piglet combo.
Down the block a house sported a cryptic sign: "WE MUST STOP KILLING US"
With my nerves in tatters I fled.
By the way the light was very interesting; foreboding dark clouds, but the sun broke out here and there, at an angle. The result was a contrast of warm light and angry dark skies.
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interesting photos
One should never venture into Altadena when sober.
Vanda was sober?
So was this somewhere around Lincoln and Fair Oaks, but up in the hills? Goofy! And great captions.
And by the way, that was a pork pie hat.
My word is shelt. Thou shelt not trespass.
I like the pig on the deer. Your photos always get my mind racing full of stories. I'm thinking Medusa...Or the White Witch...I swear I saw Mr. Tumtins (oh gosh, I know I'm getting his name wrong -- the fawn from the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe) in there.
But I shelt trespass! I was driving, so sober, unfortunately. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Tumnus lived in Altadena. I shelt return and find more wacky houses.
Nothing says "Welcome" to a mountain lion like a slow (or no) moving deer. Nothing pisses a mountain lion off more then breaking their canines on a slow (or no) moving dear.
Albert hares your fears. When I want to torture him, I try to drag him to a stone deer at a nearby house.
I like the mornings best this time of year, when moon has set over the horizon and the pig is on the deer.
***ding ding ding poetry alert
Great line, Mr. Earl
I thought it was "in", not "on."
V, maybe you should stay put where you are!
Sorry I'm late.
Mr. Earl, you made me laugh.
Vanda, I thought of you today. I was in an antique store in Monrovia called Patty's. They have a huge box of photos and post cards. There must be something in there you'd love.
You mean you didn't buy the whole box? Who wouldn't want a huge box of old photos?
How's the job-seeking biz?
I thought about buying the box. The photos for you and the postcards for Katie at Katiefornia.blogspot (check her out). But I thought it would be more fun to go shopping with you there and let you discover the box yourself. There's a great coffee shop down the block, too. Up for it?
Sure thing. When? Email me.
The job search is going very straightforward: I apply, they don't respond.
Job Search?
What happened to Mickey Mouse??
Oh nothing, got laid off.
don't worry. I have a friend who sent out 80 resumes and only got six responses. But one resulted in a great job.
V, let us know what u r looking for in a new job.
I think there is a great demand nowadays, 4 sum reason, 4 a great resume writer.
If only I had more time.
Toadie Sweet Berries, go work for these guys The would totally love you
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