For future generations

This will be my next album cover.

I spilled coffee on all the CDs' in my car. This is them strewn across my back seat drying. For the record; it didn't really work that well, most of the CDs wont play now, and those that do; don't play very well. I will take them inside and wash them or something.

I don't even know where to start.

The other side of the sign was different, yet equally astounding.

How can you be angry about cake?

I bought this organic carrot cake mix. I probably should have read the ingredients first, it turns out that it's just a box of sugar and flour. I didn't realize that it would be byo-carrots

The cake was fine. Luckily I had carrots to add, they were sadly inorganic and thus; my cake was no longer carbon based.

This is me feeling a little ripped of by the cake company.

Here is the belt buckle I made for Megan's birthday.

A colection

Over time; these pictures seem to be becoming more "painterly". Especially if by "painterly" one means "more yellow".

Marie gave me a box of records.

I didn't realize that Niel Diamond had so many albums.

Here we have Barbara Streisand in an extra sexy double layer of soft focus. I think that I may have actually taken pictures of this album before. I don't know, maybe I have a thing for Barbara Streisand's sexy yet creepy album covers, I HAVE had her picture on my fridge for over four years now.

This is a plastic bird in a tree.

It is either guerrilla art or some sort of satanic offering.

At dinner Lindsey was going on about how much she hates body builders and how she thinks that they are disgusting, deplorable human beings. This other time she argued with Ben for an hour about the validity of Spin class. And yet another time; she argued for an hour about garlic, that was also with Ben.

We went over to Murphy's Tavern.

formerly; Little Brothers.

Now we just call it Little Murphs.

Maggie and Lee Ann were slow to join us as they had befriended a hobo and had taken him out to dinner.

I really don't know what else to say...I've been watching a lot of documentaries lately.

Here are some things I have learned: kimono dragons can grow up to 15 feet long and have been known to eat people.

The Titanic was never actually billed as being "unsinkable"

And; Carl Sagan hates god.

Hard life in the country

I appear to be growing an extra chin. I blame America.

There is a man across the street in a bright red jump suit. I wonder if he is in a gang. Maybe HBO can make a special about Roseburgs gang problem.

This is a cookie shaped like Pac-man or maybe it's a football helmet. Really, it's an optical illusion (like the one with the face and the vase).

We are trying to get Emily acclimated to country living. At dinner we ate things that we had caught and later we all went to a barn dance.

Death metal birthday song

I am going to guess (judging by my angry look, the fact that I appear to be holding my head and the low ceiling in this picture) that I probably hit my head.

It was Megan and Teacher Steve's birthday.

We went to the Saw Mill, home of carpeted walls, murders in the bathroom and Kino.

They were doing karaoke night. The MC/DJ/whatever he might be called; announced that anyone of any talent level could come up and sing, even the new people (that would be us). I think it's nice to go to a bar where when you walk in everyone turns and looks at you, it makes one feel special.

After an unbearably long game of Kino; we walked over to the death metal bar.

Megan was given a birthday beer the size of her head.

Teacher Steve told Megan that if neither of them were married by the time they were 30, then they would get married. Megan's response was "What? No."

Christmas comes early/late

This is a plastic rooster that my boss and co-worker stole from a nativity scene.

I like that it still has traces of hot glue from when they pulled it off of whatever it was mounted on.

Who knew that there were holiday getaways related to black diaspora?

still in hell

As I said; I could see the Las Vegas strip. So I decided to try and walk there.

It was pretty cold out, I kept slipping on ice.

I thought it was supposed to be hot in the desert.

As it turns out; you can't really just walk from the airport to the strip, unless you can figure out a way to run across the landing strip.

I'm not sure what this is, but I will venture a guess that is some sort of injury.

I had only, maybe, gotten about 2 hours of sleep. So, I found a spot where I could NOT hear any slot machines and took a little nap.

On my flight to Phoenix; I sat next to a young lady who had just come from Eugene and now was on her way to Mexico somewhere.

She told me that her flights to and from Eugene were always getting canceled.

She also told me how drunk she planned to get while in Mexico.

This is a book titled Walter the Farting Dog. I can't believe that we are telling kids that farting is not only acceptable but funny as well. Granted my taking a picture of book about farting, and commenting on it might constitute a fart joke.

While I am no expert on the subject; it appears that the food court at the Phoenix airport has a large West Indian population. Who knew?

I got a baked potato at a restaurant specializing in baked potatoes and Philly cheese steaks.

I only felt vaguely gross afterwards.

This was an attempt at taking a picture of the Phoenix skyline.

I chatted with a young woman who had been part of the epic Las Vegas adventure. She was on her way back to Eugene from somewhere in the Middle West

We made jokes about how angry some of our co-passengers were.

As we waited; we ran into Haley from the Boys and Girls Club.

At some point the flight announcer woman began stalling and started to lead us to believe that yet another of our flights would be canceled.

After some vague excuses, that sounded a lot like "this flight isn't really as full as we would like it to be, lets cancel it and hope for better luck with the next one",we were eventually boarded and sent back to Oregon.

I was going to be pretty sad if I had to sleep on the floor at the Phoenix airport, as it was considerably more depressing than the Las Vegas airport.

32 hours later I was back in Oregon. My parking bill was $80. At least I didn't have to wait for my bags...they got there yesterday.