Project 313 – Post No. 008

Thankfully — some will say — this and the next few Project 313 posts will be brief.

I’m giving myself a few day’s breather to concentrate on a few other things. 

“What?” you ask. 

Well, as you know, I’m a very private individual and not prone to showcasing everything I do. Few people know my hobbies, interests, passions, and food preferences. That’s the way I like to keep it, and that’s why there’s hardly ever anything about any of that on this blog. Mum’s the word, OK?

And now, the photo:

Project 313 008

We went to a local restaurant that supposedly served Fish & Chips where the fish was locally caught Ono (fast becoming our favorite type of fish). It’s an open area seating place so as we waited — and as tiny mosquitos had their way with my legs — I took the opportunity to photograph a few of the items they had strewn about the place. I presume they were meant as decorative pieces, and they certainly attracted my attention. Nothing more reassuring to kids than a headless angel.

Yes, the Ono was good but the breading overpowered rather than complemented the fish taste and, unfortunately, whatever seasoning they used was not exactly a hit with us. We didn’t hate it, but Island Fish & Chips remains our favorite and we’re not likely to return to this place. 

Today’s joke is — surprise, surprise — another Joe Martin offering. No, wait; it’s a Downstown cartoon I clipped from a newspaper many moons ago . . . when they still had newspapers. I tried getting in touch with the creator of Downstown and I’ve not heard anything back so while this goes up today, it may have to come down tomorrow. We’ll see. 

Tims Downs wrote the strip while he attended college and they eventually got syndicated. The cartoons, not the college and him. He then went on to write books, and the strip shriveled up and died (but is still remembered and liked by a few).

Finally, here’s the doodle and it’s another black-on-black offering.

And another one is in the can, ready for distribution a few days from when I’m writing this. Interesting phrase — in the can — that probably few people realize comes from the porn industry. 

. . . not really;  well, at least not exclusively. Perhaps something that readers will now research. I mean the etymology of the phrase, not the porn . . . although, given the value of the porn industry, there must be many people already researching the dickens out of it. 

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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