This was shot along Race Street in Downtown. It’s a pretty cool fountain that I believe is supposed to represent rain clouds. There’s another cool sculptural fountain in Hamilton that’s made to look like a man holding an umbrella. The water comes out the top and flows down the umbrella and around the guy. It looks a little dumb when it’s actually raining though.

The particular fountain is near a shaded park where people occasionally sleep at night. When I get to work really early, I occasionally see people bathing in it. Once I saw a guy rockin’ out with soap and all. I’ve seen kids splashing around in it as well. I imagine it’s probably against the law to get in the fountain, but that seems a little dumb to me. Unless the water is unsafe because of chemical treatments or something, let the people get in. Who cares! It gets hot as hell down here in the summer.

This is the inside of my refrigerator. As you can see, we have some cheese dip, an empty pitcher of tea, and possible a snack pack. Hopefully once I move in with my better half, we’ll be able to maintain a better stock of food.

On a happier note, I don’t have to give away a picture because NO ONE guessed right yesterday. It was a ceiling fan, and for all those people who guessed “light fixture,” don’t try to argue your case. It’s a fan, the blades made the larger circle. Better luck next time! **insert evil laugh here**

I feel like I should have started a game show for these weird pinhole photos. Well it’s never too late, we’ll start it now. The game is called “Guess What It Is.” Even people with no photo experience should have a some idea how a pinhole camera works if they read the past few weeks of entries here. This photo below depicts an object. It’s not something weird or obscure. The first person to correctly name the object in a comment will receive an 8 x 10 print of any image on this website sent to them for free! What a deal.

Good luck folks! One guess per comment.

I am well on my way to being a homeowner. It’s scary, right? I know. But I do have a funny story. We went to check out the house again last week. And I decided to go check out the attic.

First of all, the access to the attic is above the refrigerator. So we had to move that. Then, I had to remove and access panel. Hold a flash light with my teeth, I start to go up the ladder when I realized there was yet another access panel about the foot above the first one.

I knock that around for a little bit because there’s no easy place to put those things. Then a crawled up even more. Ok, you know when I said I had a ladder. Well, I lied. It was more like step-stool. The top handle of which I was now balancing on. I somehow manage to haul myself up into the 350 degree oven of an attic. I take a peak around, then decide to get the hell out of there.

As I was coming down, I slid against the drywall piece (I may or may not have been sort of falling at the time) that made up the ceiling above the fridge. It broke, so now there’s a busted crack. I haven’t even closed and I already have some crap to fix because I was stupid. Home Sweet Home!

Imagine you’re trying to make shotgun shells for hunting… in the 1800s… how do you know how much powder they need? Well, you use drams. A dram is a volume measurement like a teaspoon or a liter. Drams are an actually definable unit of both volume and mass, about 3.5 or 4.5 grams depending on if you lived in Greece or Rome for mass and about 3.6 milliliters for volume. It’s like an ounce, there are fluid ounces and weight ounces and they aren’t really connected. Either way, I’m not sure the shotgun dram has anything to do with this. I’m pretty sure it’s an arbitrary system. This device was a dram measurer. The bottom rim actually pulls out to make the cup bigger, and the little arm on the side shows you the corresponding measurement. Pretty neat, huh?

This is the new Great American Tower in downtown Cincinnati. It’s faced some criticism due to its “tiara,” the fancy, symbol of award-deserving teenage girls.

In its defense, it’s striking and taller than any other building in the city. But the tiara was ACTUALLY inspired by PRINCESS DIANA. I don’t know about that. I mean, Cincinnati is a the Queen City and everything. But come on! She wasn’t even a queen. And seriously, if I paid the building’s architect, Gyo Obata, whatever ungodly amount he demanded to design the building, I want him to be inspired by something cooler and MORE SERIOUS than Princess Diana. I’d even take a well-executed clique like “the wind” or “energy.” I know a bunch of artists, and if I paid them $50 for a postcard-sized painting and the piece ended up being inspired by Princess Diana, I would throw a tiara at their face.

Just my two cents. I like the building, but the backstory sort of ruins it.