We’re leaving tomorrow for California, and if I’m lucky we’ll never have to come back. I haven’t packed yet, but I’m male so it takes me about 10 minutes, five of which are spent looking for the mate for my argyle sock. Ma and Pa are coming to pick up the Granddog today, and I’m sure he’ll be so nervous about it that he’ll crap on their floor and I’ll never hear the end of it. My mom does really like taking care of things, though. She got hooked on it back in the 80’s and she’s never been able to kick the habit.
I’m making Celeriac Bisque for Thanksgiving. You know my steez.
I won’t be blogging while we’re in the Big Avocado, but I’ll be taking notes and pictures to delight the children and revolt the grown-ups. And hopefully my tattoo will be healed enough to photograph before the week is out. It’s in the itchy, snakeskin phase right now. Don’t scratch.
So until next Tuesday:
Galactus is coming, and if anyone had listened to Jeremiah and I when we started the Church of Galactus then there might be hope of salvation. As it stands we’re all screwed. Thanks a lot non-believers.
I am seriously pissed that no one ever told me that something like this existed. I’m going to infiltrate this culture and become its king.
Standard Motion has some affordable and kickass art in their limited edition prints section.
Some new stuff up at Tiny Vices.
Art Head SF may be the next addition to the sidebar. If they play their cards right and put out that is.
For some reason when I watch this movie a muscle in my arm twitches. (QT direct link)
Adieu, little cowpokes. Manifest Destiny calls.
dehumidifier | 23-Nov-06 at 7:25 pm | Permalink
where in california?