[OT] My Vacation Pictures

If you have not had a chance to read about my vacation, click here. Now for pictures!

Very cool pics, and a lovely family. I'm especially fond of the "ceiling breasts" photo...

Mark said:

I'm especially fond of the "ceiling breasts" photo...

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That's not fair, I am not supossed to burst out laughing while "working"

BTW - Excellent pics

Mark said:

Very cool pics, and a lovely family. I'm especially fond of the "ceiling breasts" photo...

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They are quite alluring, aren't they? There are a few other cave shots that I might get posted in a day or two.

Great-looking family! The pics of the cave were kinda weird at first, but look interesting. Sounds like you had a lot of fun. Thanks for sharing!

Here's one that slipped through the cracks:

Good Crumbs!

What, is your son half-giant? That's one mighty tall six-year-old, sir. And they say I apply too many templates to things. Yeesh.

Must not be feeding my kids right.

WizarDru said:

Good Crumbs!

What, is your son half-giant? That's one mighty tall six-year-old, sir.

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That he is. I was thinking of changing his name to Giganto-Boy.

Tell us about the killer deer photo

KnowTheToe said:

Tell us about the killer deer photo

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Well, okay.

There we were, all four of us: My wife, Katrina the Pious; my son, Christopher the Freakishly Large for His Age; my daughter, Adrienne the Sly and Vengeful; and me, Mark of Kodak. We'd been lost in the Caves of Ennui for what seemed to be days, if not weeks. Our rations were running low, and we were out of bottled water entirely. Having recently eluded the dread Mole Men, we were making camp in a cul-de-sac.

Suddenly, it was quiet. Too quiet. The ubiquitous chirping of the dire cave crickets faded away. Slowly, the dark, humid air around us grew warmer. We knew that no good could come this.

Sensing physical danger, Katrina the Pious moved to as rear of the of cul-de-sac as was possible to get. Christopher the Freakishly Large for His Age drew his $1.95 plastic sword and began flailing about at imaginary uruk-hai, shouting, "Run, Frodo, run!" Adrienne the Sly and Vengeful, ready to not get her way, crossed her arms and scowled.

Then: They came! The Killer Deer of the Caves of Ennui!

Thinking quickly, I whipped out my Kodak and leapt into the midst of the savage herbivores. Flash after flash, my Kodak swallowed their souls and dazzled their eyes.

Once I had cleared a path through the deer, I rallied the family and led the retreat to safer ground.