Now, the pictures

This is the first chance I've had to sit down and blog, since returning from San Francisco. At work, everything was a disaster. It's not that they'd fall apart without me or anything. It's just that all the crap piles up and is waiting for you. So I've been putting in pretty long days.
At home, Mrs Schwartz is as hammered with work as I am. Between us, nothing has been done around the house. We still have a piles of clothes lying everywhere, the bathroom is still destroyed, the lawn, cleaning, ugh.
So today is chores day.

But I do have pictures from SF.
On the hill with Coit tower, there was a flock of wild parrots. They're green with a touch of red, and they nest on a tree/bush that's green with red flowers. They blended in so well, it was spooky.

Mrs Schwartz hamming it up on the Fisherman's Wharf.

The curviest street.

On the Wharf, there is a penny arcade (everything is a quarter, now) that has all these old, mechanical games from a hundred years ago.

There were plenty of life-lessons played out for your quarter.
There were several executions. You put a quarter in, and it plays out an execution. This one was a French beheading. There was also a hanging.
Another lesson for 1900's children was the dangers of drugs. A dragon came out after the drug addled chinese addicts.
Before feminism ruined everything, the children were taught that men did not take care of babies; that was womens' work. Your quarter caused the miserable guy to rock back and forth as the baby screamed.
There are other pics, but that's all the time we have.