
I decided to choose a pair that matches my hair dye.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

I decided to choose a pair that matches my hair dye.

Begone, Hellbeast!

You’re months too late, little guy. All of your buddies metamorphosed ages ago!

Listen up. See these two lemons? The one on the left is fair game, as it is hanging over a public thoroughfare. The one on the right? This one his not hanging over a public thoroughfare. It is not fair game. It is not to be touched.
This is the Way. This is the Law of the Suburban Walker.

My Thanksgiving masterpiece, circa 1990ish.
I mean, look at this masterful output!

This is actually pretty good, in its way.

I think this was supposed to be a panther not a black cat. Hence the cage. Not sure what I was thinking with the yellow sky though.

We had folders to do our schoolwork in, and I remember being proud of how rad this was.

Would have been perfect if the other sign read Della Street.

This was a hell of a zucchini.

This angle shows the real size better. It was bigger than a double-decker bus!

…gotta round up some varmints.

You’re supposed to pull. I think.

Breakfast was OK. Too much grease in the chorizo and too much bread overall. The smoothie was first class.

That’s me. Ms. Bigfoot Tee!