Fat Stubby Carrots

September 6th, 2013 by Ken Stadden
Fat stubby carrots

Fat stubby carrots

My second year of growing carrots has taught me something. I was too lazy to plant them in loose soil tilled to a nine-inch depth, so last year’s carrots were a freak show of multiple roots. So I got a fat,stubby variety. Guess what? Freak show number two. Even short carrots like looser soil than I gave them. What you see here is the best of the crop. The biggest one weighed half a pound and really is more of an orange potato than a carrot. Hey wait. If I find vegetables this interesting, does that mean I’m turning into one?

Supercharged Packard Rat Rod Back on YouTube

December 3rd, 2012 by Ken Stadden

packard-eight-rat-rod

I was severely disappointed when several videos of my favorite rat rod ever disappeared from YouTube a while back. My son and I would put these up on the TV with big stereo speakers booming, and it was actually becoming something of a Christmas tradition to watch and hear the wonderful sound made by that supercharged Packard flathead straight eight and its singing three-speed transmission.
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Not All Flower Photos are Boring

April 12th, 2012 by kstadden

Amazing Duck Flower

Here's lookin' at you


My brother Dave snapped this at Longwood Gardens recently. It struck me as deeply weird and fascinating. Click it for full size. Any experts out there (perhaps you, Dave) want to comment on what type of flower it is? Some type of orchid?

I also uploaded this to Flickr and called it AmazingDuckFlower.

Mallett Whacks Butt-head Cartoonist Pastis

March 22nd, 2012 by kstadden

Frazz Comic 03-22-12

In the days when I faithfully read the comic Pearls Before Swine, I will admit, I was often amused by its crudity and violence. That was before I became aware of Stephan Pastis and his cretinous view of recreational bicyclists– basically, that they should be run down by car drivers.
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Loving the Pun-Deaf

February 26th, 2012 by kstadden

My dear wife is one of those poor unfortunates to whom that most exquisite form of humor—the pun—is invisible, or nearly so. To the extent that she is aware of a pun, she reacts to it as one would a bad smell. She is in good company (or at least majority company), as I have observed this reaction in most people. I, on the other hand, produce puns without effort, joyfully, and apparently without the ability to stop.

Frazz-2-25-12- Fibonacci Sequins

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