Friday, August 29, 2008
Antique postage
We went back to the Winchester Antique Mall.
I am going to keep my comments to a minimum.
And just let you enjoy the pictures.
Asylum for Insane Indians. Canton S.D
The oldest postcard we found was postmarked 1894. I am trying to figure out a way to mail said postcard using the postmarked side as the face of the postcard.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
No more scabing
It felt good to suport the underdog again.
Strange tree nuts?
I'm not sure what I am doing in these pictures.
I hope it's not something gross.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
If it fits in your hand
My boss gave me this bundle of glow sticks. I think I will throw a rave.
My watch keeps getting set to 24 hour time. While I think that's cool and all, it doesn't really help me, you know, with telling the time.
Yesterday (maybe?) I burned the end of my finger.
It was free coffee day at the new coffee-mat. While I wanted to make a point about not supporting them because there is another perfectly good coffee-hut 1/2 a block away, it's hard to pass up free stuff.
It WAS free, however, the aftertaste of disloyalty that it left still lingers.
I had to sit in the front office, so I used the change people had left for photocopies to buy candy. (I would go into why we have a candy machine, but, it still wouldn't make any sense)
This is some dank lemonade that Megan made. Did I say "dank"? I meant to say "diggity dank"!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
STD pillowcase
Brackish zucchini water.
These are those exotic eggs I got the other day.
Megan made zucchini muffins.
I attempted to barbecue bacon.
I never knew...
I ended up with metal shavings and plastic dust in my coffee from drilling belt buckles. I think you know I still drank it.
Inside this plastic deer is the modified u-bolt I was going to use to attach it to the buckle.
Ross Dress for Less never disappoints.
Never...
Labels:
baked goods,
belt buckles,
breakfast barbecue
Monday, August 25, 2008
Classing it up
While I do think that cocktails and caviar are classy, I do not think that the inclusion of the bill in the advertisement is.
These fake Bonsai trees keep showing up around work. I'm pretty sure I don't think these are classy.
Look, over there, it's a giant cave man!
This is the Fine Arts building for Rouge Community College. It's housed in the old city hall and the clay studios are set up in the jail portion with kilns inside the prison cells!
This is a squeaky dolphin. He actually sounded more like a dieing seal than a happy dolphin.
For some reason I feel that congratulating the "producers" is incredibly vulgar.
I sure like classy stuff.
I was given directions to find Rouge Community College's main campus. I ended up in the middle of nowhere.
While I do understand what they mean; it still makes me happy.
It was unclear, but I am assuming these are fresh eggs, from somebodies home chickens, I base this on some eggs I had in a much earlier post.
This pump organ warned not to pump it
Here is a player piano that had a bullet inside.
Did I mention that this is the Winston Antique Mall and that they have so much exciting stuff?!
Like this set of monkey musicians with fezzes.
I think they may have charged me extra for this hologram cup. As much as I love foot ball; I do NOT want to be paying extra for my Slurpies.
On a lighter note; I am trying to figure out a way to incorporate this glass brick panel into my apartment. Have I mentioned how much I like glass brick? It's so classy and it reminds me of Chicago.
Labels:
classy stuff,
eggs,
teaching,
thrift
Friday, August 22, 2008
Breakin' the law
This kid seemed really annoyed. Maybe he's upset because his parents dressed him up to look like a jack ass.
These kids were messing with that tree. I told Megan I would give her a dollar if she went and got the cops.
She said she didn't even need the dollar. The cop is behind the hippie blocking my picture.
Remember our friend Cash from the beach?
Here he is again showing off his break dancing skills (or is it skillz?).
And some Karate.
With kicks!
Our circle seems to have expanded...slightly.
Oh shizzle!
Labels:
crime,
dancing,
music on the half shell
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