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Food Delivery and Food Trucks aren't a new concept. This was long before Grub Hub or DoorDash.
If you grew up in St. Louis, you know Pevely Dairy.
February 17, 2019
National Museum Of Transportation, St. Louis, Missouri
Food Delivery and Food Trucks aren't a new concept. This was long before Grub Hub or DoorDash.
If you grew up in St. Louis, you know Pevely Dairy.
February 17, 2019
National Museum Of Transportation, St. Louis, Missouri
Food Delivery and Food Trucks aren't a new concept. This was long before Grub Hub or DoorDash.
If you grew up in St. Louis, you know Pevely Dairy.
February 17, 2019
National Museum Of Transportation, St. Louis, Missouri
Food Delivery and Food Trucks aren't a new concept. This was long before Grub Hub or DoorDash.
If you grew up in St. Louis, you know Pevely Dairy.
February 17, 2019
National Museum Of Transportation, St. Louis, Missouri
Momma owl delivering fresh food to her baby. I only saw a a top of the owlet's head on April 24th. I hope the baby is growing all right. I stopped going there, because there are too many photographers "camping" under the nest :(
Great Horned Owl / Puchacz Wirginijski (Bubo virginianus).
I was doordashing, saw the sunset... took my camera out, and shot it quickly, then went back to work.
Carryout - Male Golden Eagle "doordashing" California Ground Squirrel prey to his favorite oak tree perch. It was fun processing this image using some of the sophisticated new software after updates. Amazed at how nicely the shadows cleaned up without much loss of detail!
Species: Golden Eagle (Aquila chrysaetos) + California Ground Squirrel (Otospermophilus beecheyi)
Location: Northern California, CA, USA
Equipment: Canon EOS R7 + EF 100-400mm IS II
Settings: 1/2500s, ISO: 2000, f/5 @271mm, Handheld, Electronic Shutter
Food Delivery and Food Trucks aren't a new concept. This was long before Grub Hub or DoorDash.
If you grew up in St. Louis, you know Pevely Dairy.
February 17, 2019
National Museum Of Transportation, St. Louis, Missouri
I was Doordashing when I saw some promising looking clouds building up. Within a half hour the storm went severe, so I went off the clock and grabbed my camera.
It's like DoorDash, but the food is actually fresh. But the driver/Black Skimmer is still likely to eat some of your food. And the only option is fish.
I never tire of watching peregrine interactions, a lot of it I get and some of it is downright baffling. The male (Tuzee) on the right, job is to kill prey, defeather it and present it to the female (Maxine). Maxine's job is to take food to the chicks and feed them. There is a lot of overlapping of the 2 jobs where, sometimes Tuzee will feed the chicks and Maxine will hunt for birds. In this image Tuzee brought the cleaned bird to the cliffside and called her, and she is in the processing of relieving him of breakfast for the chicks. Usually before he brings bird in, if he is hungry he will partake, that is if he is smart. Kind of hard to ID this bird, because it has no head or feet, but a good guess would be a pigeon McNugget.
We were up in the country yesterday about an hour north of Brisbane in the town of Wamuran where we buy our bulk bird seed. We took a rather long deviation through the rural countryside along Campbells Pocket Road when we came across this newly introduced food delivery vehicle that on long runs such as this allows the rider to reheat food before taking it to the door. No, you think I am pulling your leg don't you - of course I am! It's actually another wonderful letterbox creation.
It's Thursday Door Day today and I don't seem to have any suitably creative doors so I thought I would draw a rather crooked line (like that darn road) between the letterbox and food delivery service Doordash.Or maybe it's Uber Eats. OK, I know I am stretching the bow......
Don't forget the 20% tip.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Nashville Superspeedway (NSS) all decked out for the Ally 400 back in June 2021 with their (rather genius) hashtag #NASHCAR displayed for all social media types to jump on the trending bandwagon. Also happy to see my favorite flag flying proudly front & center of the walk-up to the entrance gates at the track. I can't wait to go back next year...
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Getting to Ofu: Ofu is one short flight from Tutuila, the main island of American Samoa. This brief Samoa Airways flight was scheduled at 9am. However, on our day of travel, it was delayed by four hours because the airline was mandated to ferry an island dignitary in the morning from a nearby island. This delay due to the ‘government charter’ did not bother Rishabh and me. We were glad to sleep in after our 20-hour journey from California and past-midnight arrival in Tutuila last night. When we returned to the Pago Pago airport around noon, a thunderstorm was passing by. “Will this delay the flight even more?” I asked the ticketing agent pointing to the heavy rain outside the open-air airport building. “Oh no no! No worry. Here in Samoa, this is good weather!” the agent chuckled wiping sweat from his eyebrows. It’s very humid here but the rain temporarily relieved the swelter somewhat. The sky uneasily rumbled nearby.
The Ofu crew: While waiting for the government dignitary’s flight to arrive and ours to commence, we met CP, DP, KF, and LF at the airport waiting area. We later learned that CP and DP are a couple from Ohio, while KF and LF are siblings traveling far from home for some quality sisterhood time. Them four and us two (Rishabh and I) made it a party of six –– the Ofu crew. We were all staying at the same lodge by the Ofu airport (more of that later). Upon boarding the aircraft without going through security (not a thing for local flights), I noticed CP was carrying a big bag of groceries. “Smart of you to have some greens on you. You will have fresh veggies in Ofu”. (Reader, please note, ‘fresh’ groceries in Samoan islands are rarely local and are cargoed by ships from faraway places like Australia and Hawai'i). "Oh no no!" CP hurriedly replied bemused, "The Ofu lodge owner’s brother handed these to me at the airport. I am just the Doordash!" Ah well, I know of this ‘brother of the owner’ quite well. He is the intermediary who got us tickets on this flight as Samoa Airways is an all-cash business with two Twin Otter aircrafts and no functional website.
The Vaoto lodge: The noisy eight-seater Twin Otter landed on the tire-rutted Ofu airstrip with a mild thud and came to a quick stop by the turnaround pad at the eastern end of the runway. This 2000-feet airstrip is used twice a week by this aircraft; at other times, the runway runs lazily parallel to the only paved road on the island and is used by locals for everything, including biking and picnicking. Upon deplaning, we were welcomed by Terry, the Vaoto lodge representative whom I ‘knew of’ from his regular postings on the Vaoto lodge social media account. Vaoto lodge sits right by the one-room ‘airport’ building at the very end of the runway. “Talofa”, says the header on the airport. That’s welcome in Samoan. So also I felt. We grabbed our luggage and followed Terry towards the lodge across the grass lawn that was surrounded by several tropical flowering and fruiting plants. The turquoise ocean was swirling right in front across the airstrip. This is once-in-a-life experience, I thought; like some rich people, we got dropped off by an aircraft right by our seaside accommodation. Soon, Colleen (Terry’s wife) and Ben joined us. Ben and his wife Deb own the place now. They have inherited the lodge from Deb’s parents, the original owners, who are now dead and are buried in the front yard of the property. Samoan culture doesn’t believe in letting the departed rest far from the house they lived in; almost every Samoan house has one or more graves in its yard. The Vaoto lodge is no exception. Surrounded by aromatic flowering trees, tombs of past lodge owners are right in front of our room.
Chicken Curry and the Southern Cross: Let me skip over our first Ofu sunset, which has enough colors in it to fan an entire story another day. After the sunset, Rishabh and I met up with the crew at the lodge’s dining room for dinner. Ben, a benevolent chef under the owner’s skin, cooked chicken and lentil curry with rice for the hungry crew. Everyone went for seconds; I may have indulged in a third. After dinner, we sat around the table and settled into a lazy ‘get to know each other’ prattle, when Terry rushed in through the front door and energetically announced, "The Milky Way is out and the Southern Cross is clearly visible!" Timeout reader –– let me introduce you to the Southern Cross. The Crux, as it is otherwise called, is an asterism that represents a cross in the sky and is the smallest of our 88 constellations. Although it used to be visible from Greece (and much of Europe) three thousand years ago, but due to earth’s precession, it is now visible in its entirety only from south of 27ºN. This iconic astral crucifix adorns flags of many Southern hemisphere nations (Brazil, Australia, and New Zealand) and holds maritime navigational meanings and cultural symbolism for many indigenous Polynesian societies. In the top right quadrant of the photo here, you may spot the southern cross around 1:30 o’clock position right above the Coalsack nebula, the conspicuous dark inky blotch punctuating the Milky Way. Back to the narrative –– in response to Terry’s alarm, all of us crew members rushed out along with Colleen and Terry in the split of a minute and looked up. The moonless sky was sprinkled with more stars, I bet, than however many sand grains there were on the little beach across the airstrip. Being a life-long resident of the northern hemisphere up until yesterday, I had never seen this portion of the Milky Way with the CoalSack nebula and the Southern Cross. LF and KF laid back on the bare runway to stargaze and I hurried to get my camera and tripod.
The locals and the lightning thunderstorm: With snorkeling gear and bright underwater lights, a troop of local fishermen came for nocturnal underwater fishing in the reef by the airstrip. They took to the water like ducks and swans. This made for a surreal scene where bright disembodied lights were snaking and slithering under the water in the middle of a ruefully dark ocean. I stood at the edge of the runway on the rocks and calibrated my shot. It was high tide, and the ocean was crashing 8-10 feet beneath me. As my eyes dark adapted, I noticed another human within a few feet. It was LF, who was also out enjoying the bewitching darkness. We talked for a while about the how-s and why-s of our journeys to this little island in the middle of nowhere. The core of the Milky Way was supposed to rise behind T’au, the distant island visible above in the lower left quadrant. To the naked eye, I could barely see the human lights in T'au's Siufaga village, but the long exposure picked up strains of that light to reveal nearby human presence in –what felt like– eternal darkness. Long after LF and the fishermen were gone, I stood alone by the mighty Pacific in that unabating darkness, bathing silently in faint and tired starlight, some of which have journeyed billions of years. The cosmos was beaming. So was I. But then came the clouds. Dark clouds. Angry clouds. Clouds that spit fire. And the sky uneasily rumbled nearby. "Oh no no!", I recalled the ticketing agent from the morning. "No worry. Here in Samoa, this is good weather!".
Bike delivery person along Memorial Drive in Cambridge, Boston skyline across the Charles River... Get restaurant food at home via DoorDash. (see? there's an app for that!)
We finally ordered from Taqueria La Herradura on Broadway. Did a pick up through Doordash. We both got Large Mango Aquafrecas, My wife got the Asada Fries and I got the Qesatacos.
We'll definitely order again, checking out their other menu items. Everything was delicious.
Our house
Knoxville, Tennessee
Wednesday, June 25th, 2025
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Outback Steakhouse Delivery w/Door Dash (left off shrimp sauce and any condiments for steak). Curious if this is ever provided or if you have to tell them. Pretty sure i have gotten condiments without asking.
The Juvenile Red-tailed hawks still can't hunt for themselves so they wait until DoorDash (via Mom or Dad) brings them a chipmunk kids meal. Of course when one kid gets something the others stop by to try and get in on the action. Taken at the Kopf Family Reservation Metro Park, Avon Lake Ohio.
Image 25/25 of a series of urban photographs of the various doors in a neighborhood of Ixelles (Elsene), Brussels, Belgium.
Day 15, January 15th, 2021
OH MY GOD, WE FINALLY GOT PIZZA DELIVERY!!!!!!!! And it’s freaking delicious! Marco’s Pizza. HUGE fan. I swear, the things you take for granted living in a big city. Being way out in the boonies means no Favor, no DoorDash, and no food delivery. Wah. Right after lockdown lifted in the early summer of 2020, we got a Marco’s Pizza nearby and heard they might actually deliver to our subdivision. We couldn’t believe it when it worked and we’ve been ordering once a week to guarantee that they will always deliver here forever. It’s so good. My fave is the thin crust with extra sauce, the parmesan crust, and light cheese. OMG.
I felt like a hobbit walking around this trail. A local Doordash driver in Eureka, CA told me about this place the night before and assured I had to check it out. First thing in the morning I ventured here before heading back south. It was stunning - absolutely worth the detour. More to come of this trip.
===GCPD===
A pale man sat in the lock-up; his dark, chestnut-coloured hair thinning; his cheeks hollow. He watched as the policemen paced outside, barking out indecipherable orders at one another. Kept in a cage, isolated, and ignored, it was the only thing he could do. Watch. With glossy, glass-like round eyes, like an owl's. His fingers fidgeted, but his gaze never left the officers. "Gotham's Finest." His jailors. His captors. He'd been caged before. In Blackgate. In Arkham.
But that suited him just fine. He liked watching.
The door to the interrogation room swung open; Batman stormed into the room, his black cape billowing behind him, and without a spoken word to his green-haired prisoner, he slammed a tray of gingerbread men onto the metal table.
Joker eyed them up, a fleeting hunger in his eyes, then he slouched back in his chair. "No, thank you, I already ate,” he smiled. “But by all means, you go ahead! They’re homemade! Well, not my home, but that Swedish couple were very gracious hosts! Oh, you’ll like this; I used melted dark chocolate to make your little boots and cowl, thought it matched your inherent bitterness! I have got to give you the recipe!” he resolved, with all the enthusiasm of a mid-western house-wife.
“Why Walker?” Batman cut him off, his white eyes narrowing, his closed fists resting on the table.
Joker’s green eyes contracted slightly. “Why, Batsy, are you jealous?” he pried. "Should I be jealous?"
“He's been through enough,” Batman warned.
“Oh, I know. Dreadful stuff. And just think, you could've stopped Ra's years ago if you weren't so busy sleeping around with his daughter. You old fox, you! Always the ones in leather catsuits, Mrrrrrw!"
Batman’s jaw clenched, an instinctive response to Joker’s taunts.
"Yes, I know- The ol' 'Broke-Bat Mountain-Man' told me all about that nasty business between you two, in graphic detail actually... and there I was, wondering where the latest brat had come from! The sword should've been the giveaway, I suppose... When's his birthday, again? He must be 14, 15 now? Maybe I'll send him a card! Ooh! Maybe I'll send him Roger! Maybe I already did!"
“Enough. My people can take care of themselves.”
“All evidence to the contrary… Or are we side-stepping that little playdate in Ethiopia? Heh. Stop me if you’ve heard this one: A robin walks into a bar… A- heh. A crowbar- Ahahahaha-"
POW. A sudden blow to the face knocked Joker off his seat and he landed on the cold concrete floor face first. Before he had a chance to turn around, the door was already closing. Joker rolled onto his back, clutching his bloody nose and cackled: "When you change your mind, come find me! I'm not exactly going anywhere! Heh. Heheh. Ahahahaha!”
~-~
Just a few doors down from the interrogation room, a supply closet had been converted into a makeshift war room; Drury was sat behind a folding table, his butt planted on a plastic chair, reading through the GCPD records on the Outcasts Case; Batman now stood in the corner, his arms folded, his black cape draped over his shoulders; Gordon was chewing on a stick of nicotine gum and Chase was pacing back and forth around the room, a task made difficult by the room's narrow footprint; a fact that clearly added to his irritation.
"So, it was all a set-up?" he asked, running his hand through his dark hair.
"Appears so," Batman said stiffly, hiding his bloodied fist inside his cape.
"So, what do we do now?" Gordon pondered.
"Nothing," Chase answered. "He has no bargaining power, not without his bomb. We keep him in a secure wing, then we wait until we get the all-clear to send him to Slabside."
"And the hostages?" Batman disapproved.
"If we're lucky, we can negotiate with his partners. The Scarecrow's a smart man with a broken body, he'll surrender. He doesn't have a choice," Chase replied, an implied forcefulness behind his suggestion.
"Nuh-uh. We follow through."
The trio looked at Drury; he had finished reading and had now pushed a neatly stacked pile of police records to one side.
"He kept his end. Let's keep ours."
"Drury, with all due respect-" Chase attempted to dissuade his client.
"Look, the bomb was a fake. But we don't know if the next one'll be. Or the one after that. Or the one after- He's not going to stop until he gets what he wants: Me. And Zoom, Pirate, the rest... They'll tear Gotham apart. You know they will," he added, locking eyes with Batman. "Unless we comply."
“So I'm doing this. Not for me, but for the people he'll harm if I don't hand myself over. You of all people should understand that.”
A thin, involuntary smile broke across the Batman’s lip. It could have almost been mistaken for pride.
The Interrogation Room
Drury sat at the end of the table. He was shaking slightly, and against his wishes, his foot kept tapping the ground. He thought of the Misfits, his kids, Gaige… And though he was certain they could take care of themselves… He remembered that he had thought the same thing about Len.
Len.
He had been imprisoned in Arkham for over a month now, and Drury hadn’t even realised. ‘Stupid. You unperceptive, stupid ass!’ Yet through all his anxiety and stress, through his self-doubt and self-loathing, one thought repeated itself over and over; a stupid, frankly immature thought he seemed unable to get rid of:
‘This is one rotten Christmas.’
Behind the glass, in a utilitarian observation room, the Lawyer, the Cop and the Bat watched with bated breath, as the clown was escorted in on a metal gurney; the blood had been washed off his face now, but his nose jutted to the right at an unnatural angle. “This is a bad idea," Chase chastised Gordon, his arms folded in disapproval. Gordon smiled grimly and Batman immediately understood why; it had been a while since they had a DA in their ranks.
Joker took his place at the opposite end of the table, his pupils dilating as they locked with Drury’s.
And then he started talking.
“So! How's the wife?”
Silence. All remaining colour drained from Drury’s face, and he stared back blankly.
“Funny. That killed at the country club! No, sorry, I killed at the country club,” Joker explained. He scanned Drury’s face for the slightest hint of a smile, of amusement, of anger at the very least, and sighed disappointedly at his complete lack of engagement.
"Oh, come on,” he protested. “Don’t go all pouty on me now, we moved past pouty! Character development! Completed arcs! Doesn't any of that matter? I gave you time to eat away your sad, teary-eyed problems, even laid back while you sought out Fu Manchu! Where is Ming by the way, he stole my favourite tea pot!"
Drury exhaled sharply. "I'm just a game to you, aren't I?"
"No! No, not at all!” Joker promised with false sincerity. “Well, yes, I mean, I suppose you are. The truth is, you're one of my favourite hobbies. Putting on my slippers, falling into my armchair, pressing play on the DVD player, a plate of Kit-Kats by my side.
Love Arkham's new filing system, I have to say! All digital! I bought myself a new laptop as an early Christmas prezzie, and I've been having a lot of fun burning as many interviews as I can find. I call them my Moth Stories!"
"Don’t. You sent Julian and King of Cats and Zoom. You kidnapped Len, threatened my friends, and- And I know you bought Krill. You pay him to bring back Carson too?" Drury demanded answers.
Joker smirked at the accusation. "Actually no, that was pure happenstance. I really thought he was gone for good. But, when life gives you lemons, you have to squeeze the juice into your enemies' eyes... That’s the funny thing about all this, our dear little Arkham-Lite really did just want her daddy back. Of course, I poked the hornet’s nest a little, you set him up with the Calendar Man, and well, sparks are gonna fly!”
Again, nothing from his scene partner. This was not quite the reunion Joker had hoped for. "Oh, come on, give me something to work with, I get enough angst from that one, give me something fun!" The clown hissed.
"Fun? Fun?! My- My wife's dead," Drury said, aghast.
"Oho, and don't I know it," The clown whistled, turning to an imaginary camera, and adding under his breath, "Tch, doesn't everyone."
"You know, so is mine," he continued, "But I've never let it interfere with my social life. Mind, that may be less to do with the grief counselling, more to do with the very real possibility she was a figment of my imagination.... You'd be surprised how often that happens! Well, maybe not that surprised," he said, clicking his tongue loudly. "Bonkers."
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“This isn’t working,” Chase murmured into Gordon’s ear. “We’re getting nowhere.”
“Batman?” Gordon waited for the Caped Crusader’s viewpoint.
Batman didn’t turn around, his eyes still fixed on Joker. “He’s stalling…” he murmured.
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“Why me?” Drury asked bluntly, his fists clenching and unclenching in quick succession.
“Why not?” Joker shrugged. “You’re what he’s not.”
“And what the hell does that mean?”
Joker scoffed. The World’s Greatest Detective, he was not. Oh, well, he always knew Drury was a bit of a ‘fixer upper.’ “It means it’s time to up the ‘anti,’ my little profiterole.” Joker bared his teeth, casting his eyes upwards at the clock. “What do you think? Four seconds?”
"What?"
Joker leaned forwards, and winked, mouthing a countdown. And then it struck Drury.
"WE NEED TO EVACUATE RIGHT NOW-"
Batman, Chase and Gordon spun around: Standing behind them, Hunter Zolomon raised a hand in the air, and with a single snap of his fingers, it was all over.
The resulting shockwave reverberated across the precinct: Gordon and Chase were thrown backwards; Gordon struck the side of the wall and was knocked unconscious; Chase rolled over the table and smacked the floor. Batman got it the worst though; he went flying through the glass screen; if not for his armour, he’d have been torn to shreds. Before losing consciousness, he tapped a dial on the side of his gauntlet, then collapsed to the ground. Drury was thrown off his seat, as his ears started ringing, he scanned the room for any sign of movement. Nothing. Then he looked over at the other end of the table and his heart stopped: the gurney had fallen over, and it was empty.
~-~
“Krill. Krill, what’s going on?”
Abner Krill rose from his bed, nursing a heavy headache, and walked over to the right side of his cell, peering through the bars; between the klaxons and the screaming of soon-to-be dead police officers, he figured it was futile to try going back to sleep. Next door, Carson was whispering at him frantically, demanding an explanation. Krill elected to ignore him, instead casting his eyes to the man standing before him, dressed in a yellow suit adorned with red highlights. The cell door whirred open, and Zoom dropped a parcel at Krill's feet. The man smirked as he strapped the red belt around his waist, once again imbued with inter-dimensional power. "Fuckin' took you long enough,” he muttered, swallowing once he realised Zoom cared alarmingly little for his commentary.
"Which is not to say I'm not grateful."
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Drury looked up; Joker was digging out a shard of glass that was two inches deep in his knee. He had an expression that seemed more inconvenienced than pained.
"And they say shiv-arly is dead!" he chuckled to no one in particular, waving the shard around like a knife. “Quickest DoorDash I’ve ever had! Impeccable service! Five stars!” he clapped patronisingly. A sudden flash of lightning signified Zoom’s return, and Drury instinctively ducked behind the table, an admittedly futile effort.
Zoom, cocked his head to one side. "Druryyyyyyyy. Isee you Druryyyyyyyy."
"You don't... You don't scare me," Drury lied, crawling over broken glass and splattered blood. “Either of you.”
Zoom shook his head, taking slow but purposeful steps forward. "Iamnot heeeeeeeeere to scaaaaaaare you Druryyyyyyyy. Iam hereto teaaaaaaaaach yooooooou,” he pledged, placing an assertive hand around the shoulder of Drury’s tattered orange jumpsuit. With all eyes on Drury, no one noticed Adrian Chase slip away.
~-~
Now fully suited up, Krill punched through a vending machine, and started helping himself to the contents. Then, a gunshot rang out.
A man in black, with white boots, red goggles and a blue "v" on his chest, was pointing a pistol at him. Krill frowned. ‘The fuckin’ audacity.’
"Can't get a moment's rest, can I? Which one are you, then?" he yawned with complete indifference.
"Vigilante,” the man warned. The gun stayed aimed at Krill’s polka-dotted forehead.
"Fuck off," Krill chortled. "You lot run out of names?"
The gun went off; but Krill was quick; a portal came between him and the bullet, and a second one redirected it into the Vigilante’s knee. Krill smirked, hopped over the incapacitated vigilante, and continued on his way.
~-~
Zoom sped on ahead while Joker pushed Drury along in his own gurney, stopping to point at the occasional dead body or to sing a limerick. As they approached the cell block, Joker propped Drury up against the wall, picked up a flashlight, and ran it across the bars of Carson’s cell. Carson, leapt to his feet, snarling.
"Kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" he swore, sticking his hands through the bars and swiping at the clown.
"Mm. Who are you again? Kidding! Kidding, it begins with a B, doesn't it?" Joker smirked.
At this, Carson let out an animalistic, guttural roar. “YOU’RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!”
Joker stuck out his bottom lip in a show of false despondency. "Oh, dear Theodosia, what to say to you... You know what it's like, it's like missing out a season or two of your favourite TV show. You say "Oh, it's dragging on a bit, I'll just skip forward until it picks up again," Then suddenly, bam! The wife's dead, there's a dozen new characters, the city has a crater in it- and they didn't invite you to the musical- even though you killed Hamilton. And also killed Hamilton. Hill, that is. It was one of my campaign promises; I ran for president. You remember that don't you, Drury. Course you do; you endorsed me.”
"I didn't endorse you,” Drury said emotionlessly.
"But you didn't not endorse me either!" Joker giggled, squeezing his cheek playfully
A green portal opened, and Krill stepped through, his arms full of various oddities. “Believe these are yours,” he stated, handing Joker a large crate of confiscated goods.
“Wonderful!” he chirped, as he began filling his pockets with knives, playing cards and chewing gum. As he did so, Carson yelled out once more.
“Dead! You’re a fucking dead man! You and Krill and Walker, and-"
“Halibut you keep your hands to yourself, kiddo!” Joker warned, waving his fish around like a pistol. “Your father and I are talking!”
Carson flinched for a second, then stepped back from the door.
“Whaaaat about hiiiiiiiiiim?” Zoom asked, gesturing to the final occupied cell on this block. A bald man was stood by the bars, peering over at them.
“I don’t think he wants to play with us anymore, dear. Ah, kids today...” Joker sighed regretfully. “But don’t you worry, I’ve already found the perfect understudy!”
~-~
A pale man sat in the lock-up; his dark, chestnut-coloured hair thinning; his cheeks hollow. He watched as an orange portal opened, and four men emerged from the amber light; as the Joker stepped forward and sprayed acid across the lock of his cell door.
Joker held up a boxy, black mask, a circular lens affixed to the front, and smiled broadly. "I spy with my little eye..."
As Drury lay in the gurney, surrounded by monsters and madmen, one thought came to the surface:
'This is one rotten Christmas.'
I believe this was an unintentional theme on both cosplayers' parts. Jesse Quick (DC Bombshells) as a "Car Hop" waitress and The Flash as a DoorDash™ food deliverer.
I took Jesse Quick's photo a couple of years ago at Dragon Con. Her character is based off of the classic a Car Hop in both the DC Bombshells comics and statuette series. The Flash? That just makes a huge amount of sense and I'm loving the licensed delivery bag and face mask as part of his ensemble.
Who else is ready for Halloween?
Remy from Suzuki Chan Cosplay went from being a cosplayer to a full blown pin up model in 1 day and she rocked it!
You can check out more of Remy on her facebook page at: www.facebook.com/Suzukichancosplay/
on Instagram: www.instagram.com/suzukichan_cosplay/
June 18th, 2021
So I didn’t end up going to see my dad for lunch. Instead I “flexed” my breaks and was able to leave early. It wasn’t bad, as I’ve said I’m not doing much as is, so not getting any breaks didn’t make a huge difference. I ordered Shake Shack on DoorDash and I colored. It was nice!
I came home to my first paycheck! I could have cried. I made in one week what I used to make in two weeks at my last job. LIKEEEE 😭
I just hung out the rest of the night, watched 10 Things I Hate About You, one of my favorite movies.
Original Skip-The-Dishes, DoorDash, UberEats etc ...
delivering vegetables or fish to the house.
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about the photos: Via, via I received from a 92 year old lady several photo albums. Photography by her uncle. Most of them are photos of the family vacationing in Holland, Germany and Belgium & England. Her family is originally from Wales, now she lives in Alberta, Canada. I will post the more interesting photos in this album.
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Osprey couple caring for their babies at Blackwater National Refuge.
Not a great quality shot, it was a stormy day with a lot of fog.
Zoomed out to catch the action results in grain.
Around the corner from this nest was a battle royale when a Bald Eagle tried to take a baby from an Osprey nest. The battle lasted on/off for about 20 mins.
With a new puppy underfoot, we’re back to DoorDashing meals.
And while the service is wonderful, the food doesn’t show up… pristine.
So how about a delicious toasted raisin bagel- with butter.
121 Pictures in 2021 - #115. World food day (Oct 16)
365:2021 - #291
A photograph of vintage door hardware found on an old weathered door in the Ixelles municipality of Brussels, Belgium.