Olympus OM2 : Zuiko 50mm : Jessop 21mm Tube : F/1.8.

Fomapan 100.

Fomadon R09 1+50 8mins 20c.

Lighting....Daylight.

Epson V500

Sat 13.11.21

I did this one for the laughs, don't take it too seriously! :D

Today is Yoda's NINTH birthday!

As you can see, Yoda is none to keen on sharing his birthday treat (despite the fact that there is plenty to go around). It's funny because he wasted all his time growling, while Mojo and Wookie did the bulk of the eating. Silly boy!

And no... the pugs didn't eat the WHOLE watermelon. Most of it, I cut up for myself to snack on. We just saved a little bit at the end for them. And yes... they all had to have baths after the feeding frenzy!

We give our dogs fruits and vegetables as "treats" more often than we give commercial dog biscuits. They love watermelon and baby carrots, especially - and both of these items are healthy for dogs. We never give stuff like grapes, raisins or onions - as they're toxic to dogs.

This image is just for fun... no award or invites please! :-)

This little foal was chasing his Mum and ran across the road in front of me in the New Forest. He was so tiny and very comical!

(Inspired by dukes latest guns)

"Salem. You can call me Salem."

"Good to meet you."

Matt stepped up to the counter and tapped his order into the automated clerk screen.

A couple moments later they were sitting down to enjoy a nice greasy meal of mass producted food that looked a little too perfect for food. Salem mentally noted that if felt sick later, it was his fault for bothering to order food at a place like this.

The new screen started rolling with a comically vague report regarding the break in, reveal next to nothing besides telling people to keep an eye open for the theives. A couple people sitting around them panicked a little, realizing how close they were to the scene.

But here is where the jacket did its work.

The only person the corporate sponsored police had a description of was Matt, and he now looked like a Tokushima employee, not a thief.

It had begun to grow tempting to think they were out of danger.

"So what were you arguing about with those guards?"

Matt shook his head in frustration.

"A display had some innacurate statistics scewed in Tokushima's favor."

"heh, imagine that, a supermassive corporation which controls nearly half a nation scewing facts, who'd have thought it."

"Very funny. Still, you think as massive as they are they wouldn't need to keep twisting facts."

Salem crumpled up his empty burger wrapper and shrugged, "They say when you make a habit of lying it is hard to stop. One lie covers for another, and they just keep stacking until there is more fiction than fact. You start to forget what was really true and what was a lie. And before you know it, you believe those lies just as much as anyone else."

Matt grew quiet and contemplative for awhile.

Salem took their empty trays and dumped them in the trash receptacle. He returned to the booth but Matt didn't show any signs of getting up. He started to reach out to tap his shoulder when Matt spoke.

"I suppose that is what makes them so dangerous, isn't it? They believe their lies, their sales pitches. They really start to believe they are the best thing, that they are what matters most. Whatever they do is justified because it is them doing it, it is only wrong when a different corporation dares to do it."

Salem shrugged, "I don't know, I guess..."

Matt didn't really hear him, but continued.

"They are caught up in a viscious cycle centered upon themselves. They've forgotten their customers, the good of mankind in general, in their all consuming quest to further themselves. And they are all so caught up in it no one calls their leaders out when they do things that no corporation ought to do."

"Corporations forgot their customers a long time ago."

Matt stood up and dusted some crumbs from his jacket.

"Yeah, I guess it is a bit late to change that huh?"

He turned to the exit.

"So where we goin'?"

Salem scratched the scruff on the side of his jaw.

"Good question. We need to get out of here, this country, as soon as we can."

"We can stop by my apartment."

"Yeah sure... hey, uh... why are you following me?"

Matt paused as if this was the first time he actually thought about it.

"Well, I suppose it just seemed like a good adventure."

"But I held you hostage."

"I didn't like those guys anyways."

"Still, most people don't befriend a guy with a gun pointed at their head."

"I suppose. I just see it as a sort of mistake.

"Mistake?"

"My enemy's enemy is my friend sorta thing."

"Yeah... right. Why are you still helping me then?"

"Well, being as I'm the only good witness to what happened, I don't really have a choice do I?"

He brought up a good point, and Salem felt somewhat silly that he as the professional had been too boggled with everything to grasp that.

He couldn't afford to let Matt walk, not because he thought Matt would actually talk, but simply because without Salem's help Matt would be caught, would be interrogated, and Salem would become a wanted man. That was bad for business, meant he had to limit his jobs to where he wouldn't bump into touble. Certainly less than ideal.

Crazy as it sounded, taking Matt with him was his only good option.

"Alright. You're right, you need to come with me. While we are it though, you can make yourself useful and learn to shoot, if we get out of here alive."

Matt grinned, "I can shoot."

"I don't mean whatever stunt you got lucky with in th museum."

"No, really. I used to go hunting all the time, did a lot of range time, I'm good... enough."

Hunting? this puzzled Salem. Sure, there were places with plenty of wildlife. And even hunting with the right connections. But the casual air with which Matt referenced it set that alarm off again, the one that made Salem feel like this should mean something.

They were just about to get into their car when a police car pulled up behind them.

They had seen Matt's yellow Tokushima jacket and had assumed he was an employee. They wanted to know if he had been working recently, if he saw anything.

Matt didn't know very much Japanese, and the police were quick to realize that something was off. Before Salem had time to think or improvise something to get out of the situation, the cops were pulling their guns and ordering them to put their hands on the trunk of Matt's Car.

Matt understood as much, and slowly turned around to comply. His eyes met Salem's and he gave him a wink and a nodd to let him to know to do likewise.

Salem wasn't really sure what crazy idea Matt had in mind, but he didn't have any plans himself. Who knows, maybe the kid could get lucky twice.

Matt waited until the cops were thoroughly engaged with frantic chatter into their radios when Matt shoved down hard on the car's trunk. The cheap flimsly mass produced m shell bent in easily, warping the body. The lock now no longer caught and the trunk flew open in a fast swoosh.

Quick as a cat he scooped up the submachine gun from the musuem that he had stowed in the trunk. The police had turned at the noise before he had it up though. Things would have been ugly if it wasn't for Salem had caught on to the plan, and drew his suppressed pistol from inside his coat and let out two quiet plinks into each man's head as they turned around.

"Nice shot." Matt nodded grimly towards the bodies.

"Thanks. Good thinking. We need to go... too late."

A armored police van sped around the corner, slamming on its breaks at the sight of the bodies. The doors swung upon and several heavily armed Tokushima guards piled out, guns swinging up to aim at them.

Just as fast Salem and Matt raised their guns at the men. A strained stillness settled in, as men on both sides looked down their sights and dared the other to shoot.

Matt laughed. "Well, this is all fine and good, but you forgot to cover our man in the window."

Salem couldn't believe his eyes. They fell for it. The guards all swung their heads up to scan the windows of the buildings all around them.

In that split second opportunity Matt's finger hit the trigger, Salem's only a fraction behind it.

Matt fired in bursts better aimed than Salem had expected, but about where it should be for someone familiar with single shot or semi automatic weapons using an automatic for the first time. The fact that Matt resisted the urge to give in to the pleasure of emptying the whole clip in one burst was a blessing.

Salem picked out the men who seemed to be recovering from the shock the fastest, shooting them quickly before they could get a shot off at Matt.

Sirens wailed across the city, and far down the road they could see vans and Tokushima corporate police flooding several blocks out and making for their position alarmingly fast.

"Matt, we need to run."

They turned but failed to gain much distance before another van squealed out of an alleyway directly in front of them.

They skidded to a stop and attempted to bring their weapons up as fast as they could.

And the next moment was full of light, a heartstoppingly loud bang, and dust. Dust everywhere. The smoke cleared to show a burning van with the massive white hull of a drop pod rising like a massive metal blocky egg out of the wreckage. Its surface was smeared black from the impact, and the reverse rockets that fired to cushion its impact. A could distant faint clanks sounded from within, before the door ejected with a loud pop and flew into the air.

A tall figure in heavy military grade power armor pulled himself from the vehicle and, drawing a massive scoped revolver, quicked fired off several shots without hesitation.

These weren't aimed at Matt or Salem though, but wizzed over their heads striking four guards who had almost caught up with them.

Matt stood there dumbfounded, Salem turned and gave hime a shake by the shoulders, a smug grin on his face.

"This, Matt, is my employer, SKYNET. I think we just got some backup."

"Oh... good... I didn't feel like having to kill this guy." Matt gave a feeble attempt at good humored bravado, but seemed still quite shocked.

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Lewis and Riley act sweet and innocent after trashing my house. These pair are like a comedy double act.

January 22, 2014: A group of Adélie Penguins on the shores of Detaille Island on northern end of the Arrowsmith Peninsula in Graham Land, Antarctica. [DSC_2324]

Not everyones favourite animal, but can still be quite comical when youngsters pop up out from the leaf litter!

ha ! ha ! These guys were quite comical to watch. . .Another pic from our extended weekend trip specifically to find some of these adorable little creatures. . .This pair of Burrowing Owls (wild birds) was found in Cape Coral, Florida. . . I seriously could not believe all of the nest sites scattered throughout the city. It was amazing !! We had a blast !! Thanks for Looking :)

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Grumpy Himalayan Red Pand (Ailurus fulgens) trying to order his favourite drink. :-D

The wonderful, comical and beautiful Atlantic Puffin (Fratercula arctica) here photographed with a haul of sand-eels on the superb Isle of May off the East Coast of Scotland.

This cub was distracted by all sorts of vegetation! Grass, flowers, bits of twigs - very comical to watch him!

An adult Brown Pelican demonstrating the "head throw", a typical behavior that is quite comical to watch.

Procreate, Mextures, Snapseed

A comically large cigar, a mixed drink & a bit of cake.

Got done work early & spent the afternoon watching the world go be

McGill's Midland Bluebird operated ADL Enviro200 YX15 OXN - 8026 - is pictured in Stirling city centre with a service on route 52.

This vehicle wears the McGill's West corporate livery and features a comically large font on the side display that has absolutely zero chance of being useful in its current state. How did someone manage to mess that up lol. It seems to have been fixed since then although it may be an issue localised to this specific entry in the display module, I don't know. Oh also this bus has since been repainted into the newest Midland Bluebird livery.

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Interested in seeing some bus videos? You'll find buses both real and virtual on my YouTube channel, as well as other cool bus-themed stuff too! - www.youtube.com/@ZZ9sTransport

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Blog Post here-Cheeky, Comical & Curious Kea- The Mountain Parrot

Meerkats may look like prairie dogs, are really related to the mongoose. These comical creatures are inquisitive and alert at all times, you see them busily digging in the dirt looking for insects, making underground burrows.

These little carnivores live and work together in a group called a gang or a mob, helping each other to care for youngsters or keep a lookout for danger. If trouble is spotted, the lookout alerts the others and they all dash back into the burrows for safety. Fun to watch! :)

The Meerkat (aka: Suricate) is a small species of foraging mammal found inhabiting harsh open conditions in the semi-desert plains in southern Africa.

A member of the Mongoose family, Meerkats differ from Mongoose species in a number of ways with the biggest difference being that Meerkats are incredibly sociable animals, where most Mongooses are not.

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Still kind of bumped for yesterday's argument and shit , but I figured I needed to clear my head , so yeah I bring you my attempt to be funny , yeah I know , but it was funny to the people that walked into the Restroom , they were looking me weird like I was freak or something , nah just kidding , everybody that walked into the Restroom was laughing and just giving me the you are fuckin crazy look

I told you guys I was gonna go naked , yes , I am naked under that shirt hehe , I tried to even and level up the doors , but I for the life of me could not do it , with out making me look weird , so excuse me for it

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Nikon D300 : ISO 280 - 1/30

The upturned nose and white crescents around the eye give the Coati a comical, somewhat startled look.

Parque Lecocq - Montevideo, Uruguay

Although they bear a resemblance to the comically menacing battle droids of Star Wars movies, I view Jac Coffey's three "Railroad Workers" on the Eastside BeltLine Trail as an entirely benign presence, like ever-vigilant wrought-iron totems stationed there to secure the safety of those passing by. In fact, I would like to see a day set aside to honor the trio with lavish ceremonies during which laurels would be placed about their heads and leis around their necks. Offerings would be in order, too, although I haven't decided what might be most fitting. Cans of WD-40 come to mind.

Red Skull is at it again. This time his eyes are on the skies! He's fueled up and ready for action so fly boys beware.

Time for some fun, Max is giving Shadow a left hook as they fight over "who stays in the box" and the other funny side of it is the Fragile sticker on the box rather apt for this I thought!

It was both comical and wonderful to see the impressive display of replicas of NYC icons compressed into an enormous city block at New York-New York Casino Resort. The Coney Island roller coaster is next to The Statue of Liberty in front of the Manhattan skyline with skyscrapers from Wall Street and Midtown bumping up against each other, and further north on the sidewalk: a Brooklyn Bridge. I loved NYNY.

I used my wide angle lens to get this all in at the street corner. In the post processing, I didn't have the heart to straiten out the distortions most obvious where skyscrapers appeared to be leaning. There was so much faux in the scene, I let it stay imitation-like. For me, that was part of the fun.

Product shot showing off a pint of Guinness in a light hearted way.

This comical Male Grackle must have paraded up and down this small stretch of land at Ensenada lodge for about 20 minutes. Whether there was a Female about that he was trying to impress I'm not sure but it was a great visual and vocal display regardless. Grackles have a very varied repertoire and we certainly heard most of it whilst watching him. Although black looking initially he has a beautiful midnight blue sheen to his feathers, which was apparent even in the shade of the trees. Grackles are not related to crows or any or the Corvid family but are known to be able to problem solve and use tools around them.

Porcupine Grey Bruce, Ontario, Canada. The look on the porcupines face was very expressive and kind off comical.

Comical AI image

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Penguins are such great subjects to photograph. They have comical little personalities, waddling from place to place seemingly with a mission of the utmost importance unless of course they come across something that piques their curiousity (like a photographer sitting on a water surrounded rock in the middle of a cove). I couldn't help photographing this little guy as he popped up out of the water. Having just come from his morning swim, his feather tux was still clean and unmarred from the guano he would soon be trodding through. Although, the opportunity to grab his image was just a few seconds, he seemed to be giving me his best Baywatch Hasselhoff pose or perhaps an ad for Capt. Morgan Rum. Much appreciated

FANNY BAY is a small hamlet in the Canadian province of British Columbia. It is located on Baynes Sound on the east coast of Vancouver Island. In 2001, its population was listed as 815. It is best known for its fine oysters. The area is served by the Island Highway and Island Rail Corridor. There is no consensus on the origin of the name Fanny Bay and none of the various explanations — comical, romantic, local or historical — can be considered without skepticism. The name first appeared on British Columbia maps in 1913 and was officially adopted by the government in 1923.

The FANNY BAY Post Office was established - 1 February 1916.

LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the FANNY BAY Post Office - central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.redirect?app=posoffposmas&id=2...

Clipped from - The Vancouver Sun newspaper - Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada - 20 February 1939 - Veteran Fanny Bay Postmaster Dead - FANNY BAY, Fred Larson, a resident of Fanny Bay for the past 39 years, passed away on Feb. 8 at the age of 86. A native of Dalsland, Sweden, he came out to this continent in 1873 to stay with relatives in Hillsdale, Indiana. He settled at Cumberland; three years later the family moved to Fanny Bay. Mr. Larson was postmaster there for 22 years until he retired in 1935. Left to mourn his loss are his wife and ten children, six daughters and 4 sons.

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 2 February 1960 - Fanny Bay Postmasters Honored by Residents - FANNY BAY (Special) In tribute to nearly 25 years of service to the community, Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Robertson, retiring postmasters at Fanny Bay, were honored Sunday at an "open house." During the afternoon and evening representatives of the more than 100 families in the community visited the Robertsons at their home to offer their best, wishes and thanks for past service, which often extended far beyond the bounds of their official duties. Though they expect to do considerable travelling in the near future, the Robertsons will continue to live in their present home at Fanny Bay. Friday the Post Office was moved to the home of Mrs. Charles Twedy (Mrs. Anona May Tweedie), the new Postmistress, opposite the Fanny Bay Inn.

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 4 March 1960 - Post Office In New Premises - FANNY BAY (Special) The Fanny Bay Post Office was moved again last week, to what the community hopes will be a permanent location in the 'Stop and Shop'. Mr. Burton, Postmaster and owner of the Stop and Shop, is currently enlarging his premises to provide good accommodation for the Post Office. Should the federal office not prove satisfactory in this location, and not have the support of the people it serves, the next move would be closure and mail for the whole area would be served by rural route out of Union Bay. Mrs. Anona Tweedie was temporary Postmistress for Fanny Bay for February. The Ted Robertsons, who had been postmasters for 24 years, retired the last of January, 1960.

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 3 December 1960 - Temporary Home For Post Office - FANNY BAY (Special) A temporary Post Office has been established at the Ted Robertson residence her. Move was necessitated after an early morning fire yesterday which destroyed the 'Stop and Shop Centre' in which the Post Office building was housed. Incoming and outgoing mails were saved but contents of the mail boxes in the Post Office and other papers and equipment were lost in the fire. Mr. and Mrs. Les Burton, proprietors, and their five children, will reside at their recently purchased property at Qualicum Beach. Loss by fire is estimated at $34,000.

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 20 March 1981 - Mrs. Myrtle Adamson of Union Bay, assistant at the Buckley Bay Store dining lounge and Fanny Bay Post Office, suffered a nasty accident in a fall at her home when she sprained both wrists.

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 25 January 1982 - The Pearse family moved to beach property at Buckely Bay 16 years ago, and In 1971 bought the Buckley Bay store from Mrs. Kate Sutherland. They later got the Fanny Bay Post Office and Mr. Pearse was the rural mail courier until last fall, when Mrs. Ord took on the onerous job pro tem. (for the time being)

Clipped from - Nanaimo Daily News newspaper - Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada - 9 April 1984 - The Fanny Bay Post Office lease was recently renewed, with Sylvia Campbell, Postmistress. The Fanny Bay Post Office has been located in the Buckley Bay store building for the past 11 years and now serves some 400 local folk. Lawrence Stealing is our efficient rural route courier. (Buckley Bay is about 4 kilometers from Fanny Bay)

LINK to - Comox Valley South - Fanny Bay, Buckley Bay etc. - comoxvalleyapictorialview.blogspot.com/2013/01/comox-vall...

- sent from - / FANNY BAY / MY 11 / 56 / B.C. / - split ring cancel - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 19 January 1916 - (RF B).

- sent by - C. A. Widen

Carl Alfred Widén / Karl Alfrid Widén

(b. 10 November 1881 in Gullabo, Sweden - d. 25 January 1957 at age 75 in Gibson's, British Columbia) - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/3b...

Addressed to: No. 222140 / Canadian Legion / Tuberculous and Chest Disabled Veterans' Association / 445 West Broadway / Vancouver 10, B.C.

The youngsters have been out with their parents the past week. Comical to watch. They constantly flutter their wings while perched (to keep balance?). One lost it's balance and tipped backward, but didn't let go. it was hanging upside-down. Unfortunately, they have been flying into our windows, but now seem to have learned they cannot do that.

Backyard, Richmond, BC

ODC - comical!

115 pics in 2015 - Nostalgia (82)

Not quite summer yet - certainly not after todays downpours! Spotted these in someones garden when walking the dog, they have a very large garden!

Bunting always gives me a nostalgic feeling, its very retro.

Lesson learned is don’t drive so fast on a curve where there is a driveway with two boulders at the end of it. You can see the teen driver and his companions trying to figure out what to do next after they’ve driven over the bolder and dragged it a good 20 feet from beside our driveway to the middle of the neighbors. Whoops! Love each of their expressions and can almost imagine captions to go in little thought bubbles with each of them.

Wednesday afternoon Jays. Comical to watch, now getting a daily visit. Happy Days! - Have a good weekend

Robber flies are so comical viewed up close. The eyes get me every time.

From various online sources: Robber flies are generally considered beneficial insects in Pennsylvania. They are predatory insects, meaning they eat other insects, which can help control populations of pest insects in gardens and other environments.

Robber flies are voracious predators, both as adults and larvae. They eat a wide variety of other insects, including pest insects like aphids, grasshopper eggs, grubs, and beetle pupae.

Robber flies are generalist predators, meaning they don't specialize in eating just one type of insect. This makes them effective at controlling different types of pests.

While they can bite if mishandled, robber flies are not pests in the way that some other insects are. They don't damage plants or crops.

By preying on other insects, robber flies help to naturally regulate insect populations, reducing the need for chemical pesticides.

Their predatory behavior makes them a valuable addition to gardens, where they can help keep pest populations under control.

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Geese are so comical when they land on ice. I watched these geese land and tried to hold my camera steady while I laughed at them slipping and sliding...

puffins having a domestic lol

i have not been out for a couple of weeks now ,and am concentrating on processing some of my old shots properly ,rather than just filling up hard drive space with pics that don't get done properly .seems to be working anyway

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Our resident squirrel

The typical comical, frantic, jerky feeding behavior of this egret usually allows it to be identified from a great distance off even though you cannot discern any of its field marks. The jerky motions are best described as spastic! It's my favorite large wader to watch trying to secure a meal. I usually try for stills of this feeding behavior... but it likely the coverage would be more arresting as a video. The bicolored bill is also a good clue for IDing this wader.

IMG_0351; Reddish Egret

Had to share this one!

"Good Night, Paul" is a 1918 American silent comedy romance film directed by Walter Edwards. It was based on a successful stage play with book and lyrics by Roland Oliver and Charles Dickson and music by Harry B. Olsen. The film was produced by Lewis J. Selznick's Select Pictures Corporation.

Like many American films of the time, Good Night, Paul was subject to cuts by city and state film censorship boards. For example, the Chicago Board of Censors cut, in Reel 3, young woman in diaphanous nightgown and scene of same with group and the intertitle "What could Richard think? What could any loving husband think?