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There’s something creepy about this photo I took a few years ago, of a painting at the Field Museum in Chicago.

These photos taken at the zoo in Portland, OR. Click here to see the full set.

I’m trying to do some more abstract photography. If you can guess what this is, I’ll give you a cookie. Matt, you aren’t allowed to play.

What’s going on with places like Quiznos, for example, who have a tip line on their receipt? Are you serious right now? You made my sandwich. That’s what you get paid your wage to do. You didn’t wait on me. You didn’t offer me a water while I waited. I’m not understanding why I’m supposed to throw something on that line, other than a big fat zero. I’m not trying to be mean, but it’s like a tip is expected. You can feel the cashier’s eyes just boaring into your flesh as you hit the tip line, and for a second, I always debate. Maybe that’s why they do it - on the off chance you’ll feel uncomfortable enough to just give a buck. Not me, though. Big fat zero.