Originally published last year on the previous incarnation of this site, harrumph.com. This photo, taken in the Mission, is personal favourite from my collection of photographs of Discardia (also published in The Morning News) and immediately came to mind when I saw today's Photo Friday theme.

Otherwise, if I go postal today, will you post bail? I'm wrestling with PMS of Godzilla proportions. At least, I think it's PMS. If not, I'm turning into an irritable bitch. I'm blaming it on my cold -- the cold that took up residence when the shingles finally decamped to warmer climes. I do a pretty good impression of a phlegm filled old man when I wake up in the morning. It's highly attractive. Fucking illness. I'm so fucking sick of being sick. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Speaking of fuck, might I suggest this fabulous item for everyone on your holiday gift list? Nothing says I love you like a dirty eraser. Well, almost dirty. It's a shame about the *. It reminds me of when of the time I sent flowers to a friend with "today's your day... Grab it by the balls!" only to have the card arrive reading "today's your day... Grab it by the b***s!" Beans? Brass? Bucks? Blues?

Lance has just cheered my up immensely with this trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Happy Friday!