I got into the sidewalk chalk again.
My army grows slowly, but it grows.
I knew that if I checked the spice cupboard, I would find at least one thing older than me.
Ladies and gentlemen: Thirty-year-old onion salt.
I just found this again.
I don’t know why this is so absolutely hilarious to me.
SERIOUSLY WHO GOES INTO THEIR CUPBOARDS AND FINDS SOMETHING EDIBLE THAT’S OLDER THAN THEY ARE
IT’S OLDER THAN 90% OF TUMBLR
I found a random tiny sombrero in a box and decided to put it on Mr. Shnizzy.
Dia De Los Muertos?
More like Dia De Los FABULOSO!
I wanted to share the fact that the ponies have all but completely taken over the display cabinet (Pinkie’s perm didn’t end up staying poofy. Boo.)
The expression on Aeon’s face kinda says it all, really.
Mordecai is obviously wondering what the big hairy fuck is going on here.
Ash bobblehead just looks amused by the whole thing.
Mohawk has his rape face on.
Jessie and James think they’re hot shit because they’re on the top shelf.
Plastic Sally looks like she’s tripping balls.
Leatherface is pissed (but what else is new?).
Freddy and Brain Gremlin just seem to be enjoying the company.
Second batch from my collection of vintage, eclectic glasses/sunglasses (which, again, I’ve given names to).
From top left:
- Gridlock.
- MaryAnne.
- Subhuminoid Meltdown.
- Bandit.
- Berkley.
- Tony.
- Shut-In.
- Peekaboo.
- Susan.
First batch of my inherited collection of vintage, eclectic glasses/sunglasses.
As I went along, I decided to name each pair.
From top left:
- Julie Brown.
- Dame Edna.
- Lolita.
- Medic.
- Lucky Star.
- Funky Grunkle.
- Confetti.
- Mutant Librarian.
- Confused in Manhattan.
Went to Office Depot. Saw this in the parking lot. Smile, smile, smiled.
I was riding around on my bike, as I oft like to do, and I brought my camera with me this time.
I actually found myself taken aback by the cute, rustic aesthetics of my own hometown. I would never have thought that I could be so beguiled by things as simple and ordinary as rusty old boxcars, decrepit little shacks, and even just the trees reaching to meet each other over a suburban street.
I came across this awesome rusty, round top building that looks like a baby plane hangar.
I wanted so badly for tiny WWII planes to just randomly fly out of it.
I’m not sure why I was so enthralled with that crusty old refinery, but there’s something oddly charming about old-fashioned industry.
Sometimes, you can have the most fun just exploring the few miles around where you live. You’d be surprised at how fascinating the world is when you stop to take a look at it.
IF YOU WEREN’T SO GODDAMN ANNOYING, MAYBE IT WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO COME TO THIS, MR. MOTION-ACTIVATED SNOWMAN DOOR GREETER.
I don’t need to be told to “Come on in! It’s warm inside!” every time I go out to get the mail.
IF IT WEREN’T FOR MA, YOU’D HAVE BEEN DROP-KICKED OFF THE SECOND STORY BALCONY BY NOW.
Be glad the box is all you get.
Fucker.
