Salt City, Part [When I first saw the number] 2; I thought it was an angel above the door
I've been sneaking around the theater, looking over my shoulder as I snap pictures in the various costume and shop rooms, just waiting to get caught. I'm gonna get whiplash.
I walked in on Jesus changing
...and took a picture of his vintage purse.
Yeah. I'm going to steal Jesus' purse.
And onto...
the glitz and the glamour:
AH! Minion of Squirrel World Domination!
...We're E V E R Y W H E R E.
Eeeeee!
The wood room... but not the one with the plastic lizard on a crucifix over the door. That's up for the next batch.
This shot of silk flowers coughing daintily on the dust of mucous-green wood might have been a nice one if it weren't blurred... CURSEEEEEESSSSS!
I get cranky when my pictures of faded polyester blossoms and dust don't turn out glamly. And what could be more glam than these?
Destroy all art
This room has great geometry.
Once again, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PICTURE QUALITY?
I'll tell you what it is; my camera is damn patronizing. It can't find it within itself to let me know that I can't focus for crapshit and instead presents me with a crystal-clear image on that thur screen. I RESENT ITS CONDESCENSION.
Random sidenote: There was just a commercial break during Quack Pack for the Gerber Grow-Up Plan. But I heard the Gerber "Throw-up Plan," and looked up and saw this (
), and thought this(
)
/And we now return to our regularly scheduled programming/
Lovely pipes on a cracked palette
Broken clock in the shop
6:43 is Miller Time (twice a day).
Exit stage right (that's audience left to you, foo').
Splender in the brass
Voodoo in the shop room
Bad news; there are drills, hammers, saws, wood cutters, and whatever frightful contraption Citizen Squirrel was sitting on in there. Better not piss me off as long as I'm slinking around in there; Watch Yourself.
Black winds 'cross a wooden sea
---]>Hearing loss UPDATE: I just heard Huey (or possibly Duey, or even Louie...) say "Shit disappeared!" That's an awesome line. Too bad they were talking about ships.
Hanging on your every wood
The triumphant return of the pipeline loveliness
When I first saw the number 2, I thought it was a [deformed foil] angel above the door
"My ass is gonna be a star!"
I walked in on Jesus changing
...and took a picture of his vintage purse.
Yeah. I'm going to steal Jesus' purse.
And onto...
the glitz and the glamour:
AH! Minion of Squirrel World Domination!
...We're E V E R Y W H E R E.
Eeeeee!
The wood room... but not the one with the plastic lizard on a crucifix over the door. That's up for the next batch.
This shot of silk flowers coughing daintily on the dust of mucous-green wood might have been a nice one if it weren't blurred... CURSEEEEEESSSSS!
I get cranky when my pictures of faded polyester blossoms and dust don't turn out glamly. And what could be more glam than these?
Destroy all art
This room has great geometry.
Once again, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PICTURE QUALITY?
I'll tell you what it is; my camera is damn patronizing. It can't find it within itself to let me know that I can't focus for crapshit and instead presents me with a crystal-clear image on that thur screen. I RESENT ITS CONDESCENSION.
Random sidenote: There was just a commercial break during Quack Pack for the Gerber Grow-Up Plan. But I heard the Gerber "Throw-up Plan," and looked up and saw this (
), and thought this(
)
/And we now return to our regularly scheduled programming/
Lovely pipes on a cracked palette
Broken clock in the shop
6:43 is Miller Time (twice a day).
Exit stage right (that's audience left to you, foo').
Splender in the brass
Voodoo in the shop room
Bad news; there are drills, hammers, saws, wood cutters, and whatever frightful contraption Citizen Squirrel was sitting on in there. Better not piss me off as long as I'm slinking around in there; Watch Yourself.
Black winds 'cross a wooden sea
---]>Hearing loss UPDATE: I just heard Huey (or possibly Duey, or even Louie...) say "Shit disappeared!" That's an awesome line. Too bad they were talking about ships.
Hanging on your every wood
The triumphant return of the pipeline loveliness
When I first saw the number 2, I thought it was a [deformed foil] angel above the door
"My ass is gonna be a star!"