Signs, convincing visions of true horror from the minds of the youth and a flying reptile

 These are the best signs of the week. The first is actually a couple years old, from the chainsaw carving coffee stand on the way back from the Mackenzie river. Now I know how to abbreviate biscuits and gravy in  a text message.  Truth be told though, I still hold out for a second career as a roadside chainsaw carver as a retirement option.

 Have you seen this dog? I don't know that I would recognize it. But it looks like at least four other sharp eyed citizens may have seen a bone white hot dog with toothpicks for legs and a mushed upside down ice-cream cone for a face wandering down the alleys of southeast Portland.

Just Don't Do It.

This is the Dimorphodon that Ursa and I put up on the garage door to scare away intruders and velociraptors. The process really reminded me of the show boomerang (not the Eddie Murphey one). A TV program I remember nothing about other than the opening when they hang giant red letters on a barn wall and something about "bing bong bang."