Happy "Eat Candy Today, Blame Yourself Tomorrow" Day!

Happy Monday the 13th!

Have a bear.
What for? Why not!

Maybe have a beer with that bear.
And some corn chips and cheese dip.

Great. Now I'm hungry.

Handy Tips for Happy Travelers:

1. Begin packing by creating piles of your necessities
before you pack. This way, you'll see what all you have and
can minimize accordingly before you pack it.

2. Always pack your shampoo and other bottled liquids
in ziplocs or similar plastic bags. Pressurized cabins
can cause your bottles to expand, contract, and leak.

3. Unfortunately, baggage can get lost in-transit.
So always remember to pack your carry-on with a
change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, and
any other essentials you'd need for a day or two.

4. If nail clippers and scissors aren't allowed,
then you certainly can't expect airlines
to let you go through the line with a human head in your bag.
So leave your voodooin' under your bed.

Oooo, look - I painted on me window @ work.

I think it looks nice
hiding that industrial looking garage
that I've never noticed until now.
The riverview is on the other side of the building,
but the indirect light over here is consistently better,
so sayeth this employee number 0010.

Today, we're watching for snow.
Excluding the bit about the guaranteed
100 degree temps in the summer,
it's great living in a region that closes down
when it snows just the slightest bit.

Come on, Snow...

and bring your friend, Mr. Icy Streets...


Photos courtesy of the pink POS.
Which reminds me, now I've got my eye on a Holga.




ps: the sumo wrestler isn't sharing the enthusiasm over the cold.
so i will light his votive candle for warmth. there, there, sumo boy...




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Update: It snowed, everyone's leaving.
Including me. Yee haaaah.



It looks more impressive than the POS can eke out,
but here's the Peabody Hotel with a little snow on it.

Awww.

Yeah, I only live like 5 minutes away,
so I'm almost positive I can make it home
without resorting to cannibalism in the event of a severe accident.
So yeah, in theory, I could stay here for the next few hours.
But really, it's not the drivers* I fear --
I fear the sad drone I would've become
if I didn't knock off early to take the dog for a play in the snow
that comes only once a year,
if you're lucky...

I'd never be able to hold my head up around that dog again.


Plus, fairly impressive accumulation in less than an hour...









*Ok, so maybe I'm a little afraid of the panicky drivers...
25 wrecks and counting so far...

Last.fm kicks Pandora in the box.

Not like they are competing, but ya know,
I had to at least try thinking of something catchy to say.
It's all those years of ad copywriting.
Blame that. It'll fuck your entire life up forever like that.
Your writing will always have a slice of cheese on it from then on.
You can never pass a product without assigning a catchphrase to it...

Ahem.
Kids: If you have a soul, let this be a grave warning to you all.


Anyway, Pandora is a nice music finder, but try Last.fm.
I like it based on interface alone.
Already it knows the innermost musical desires like no one else...
"It's the Last.fm you'll ever need."*

*Good lord. See, what I mean?

"Wa-wa-WEE-WAH!"

Many good news for the peoples like me
who want to make romance inside of
the man from Kazakhstan!
C and C Factory happy time music for Borat now --
let us shoot dog and have party!

It was twenty years ago today...

(give or take, depending upon his actual birthdate)
that PlasticGod was around 11 years old
drawing like a fiend, ever since he could hold a pencil.

He does a rather nice Jam Master J, too.

So buy a print today.
That way, hopefully he won't smote me
for not asking permission to use his images.



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The little pink POS camera sure is cute in its own way.
I will never forget my other one that's MIA.
But you, you little pink POS,
you're growing on me
and the stuffed termite
and the twin Buddha Brothers
and the aquapet whose name I can't remember anymore
and the african doll I got down the street.



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And finally,

Why are the Taiwanese breeding pigs that glow-in-the-dark?
Because they can.
And because they are show-offs.
And human lightbulbs are next
so stand guard over yer embryos, ladies.

For that one person out there in a bad mood:

Are you crazy?! It's Friday. It's 60 degrees. Well, here anyway. Regardless, it's still Friday. Show your flair, people! If that's not enough, then I understand. Walk down to your local WalGreens, buy some bubble bath and some beer and a Star magazine to read while you soak and enjoy the weekend, starting, like, now.

I had absolutely nothing to say really, but at least I tried to cheer you up. Did it work?

One more thing I love about the internet besides all the porn:

I remember going to this place, "The Sid and Marty Krofft Land" when I was a kid. Nobody believed me, and no one remembered it. But it had an enormous crystal carousel and a two-level pinball machine ride where you sat inside the pinball. See? Drugs and guys who had enough money to start a themepark based on them: "Better living through chemistry."

I need some bubble bath...

Oh, I'm sorry - I must've made that name up.

POS camera = a piece o' shit digital camera that costs $20 or less,
and you really shouldn't expect it to work, but sometimes
you get some happy surprises.
But if not, best part is, you're only out $20.

This new pink POS is doing ok so far.
It's getting points alone just for being pink.
It's still not as great as my other POS camera
(seen here in-hand at the July 01 post).

Can't even look at that,
1. makes me sad just wondering where it went,
2. the humidity that day made my ponybun go all-natural.
Damn. I sure miss that POS...

Anyway, points off to the POS
for its sad interpretation
of THE CAKE we had today,


(that tall, mocha icing looks more like foie gras souffle)

but points back on as it did take an artsy little shot of
the paperwhites growing at home



that the cat has not found yet and eaten.

But hey, it is, after all, just a POS anyway.

Sometimes, that is the best kind to have.

Just don't get attached to one and
drink frozen drinks with PGA* in them.


*Pure Grain Alcohol

If you can't buy yourself a POS camera,
then what's the point of working in the first place?


I loved my other POS camera. I really did.
So much so that I felt a real sense of loss
when I (apparently) ditched it somewhere.
I don't know where the hell it is.
Good story, huh?
Well.
One too many Call-a-Cab Daquiris on Beale Street,
and I guess life is just more carefree in those few hours.
So don't take a baby down there
unless you have an alibi or a spare.

Anyways, I like this new POS fine for now.
Check out my smug gnome in Paris.
Lucky bastard.