Bizarro World McDonalds

This is where Bizarro Superman eats, in the place with the disturbing blue roof.

The burgers are triangular! The coke is New Coke! The clown mascot is in fact a krunk dancer with a day job!

Oh, Lord, San Diego; you are so weird.

Cemetery Gifts

I was recently visiting a cemetery and learned that you don't have to leave flowers on the grave of your loved one; you can leave creepy little dolls and holiday-themed bottles instead.

The family plot I visited had -- surprise! -- a freshly dug grave with dead roses atop a mound of dried out earth. I'd been told that my great aunt died more than a week ago, but I didn't realize she would be buried in the same plot with a bunch of the other old timers. I don't know how they're all fitting down there, and I don't want to know.

At any rate, it's a bit unnerving to see new death when you thought you were just hanging out with safe and comfy old death.

I feed chickens

No, not "I: Chicken Feed" or "I feed on chickens", but I feed chickens, and it was wicked fun!

These lovely ladies are part of a flock of six owned by my friend Miro, who lives in Phoenix with her husband and is the proud flockherder of six chickens. Read all about their adventures and watch Spotty Dotty and the rest grow up here.

Apparently chickens are the goats of the fowl world -- they will eat anything. Miro gave me grape halves to offer the birds, and they clucked in delight and jumped up to peck the grapes out of my hand.

Feeding chickens and watching them interact is a surprisingly enjoyable way to spend an afternoon. Jealous?