I did it. I'm one of them.

I got a LiveJournal.

No, you don't need or want to see it. I don't intend to blog there; I created the account only so I could read people's friends-only journals. It should serve its purpose well, and that is that. Just thought you should know.

And now, some pictures from last week's vacation in the Florida Keys.

On the way there. (We didn't see any crocs, though.)

This is how shallow the water was just outside our vacation house. We had a heck of a time getting the boats out through it.

The end of U.S. 1 in Key West. Mile marker 0 -- the point from which everywhere in the Keys is measured -- is at the corner of Fleming and Whitehead Streets. That grossed my sister out.

Why did the chickens cross Whitehead Street? Because they're a protected species in Key West.

Me in a good latitude at the southernmost point in the continental United States. I have a sneaking suspicion that the spit of land in the distance is the real spot, but the Navy probably won't let me drop by to have a look. Key West is in a strategic location, y'know.

Save the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus! Satire or just a big joke? You decide. Either way, it's funny.