Fuck you, VD…
I bought my owndamnself some flowers and I planted the fuckers. All I need is potting soil this holiday…
I bought my owndamnself some flowers and I planted the fuckers. All I need is potting soil this holiday…
…when something seems to be completely and totally obvious to you, the one person who should get it just doesn’t? How can you make it any more apparent? Is it even worth your trouble at that point?
Could this be any more cryptic?
I will cheer you up. Laugh, now, at this hipster from Gawker’s always wonderful Blue States Lose:
The Bush House, 1868-2006
I was completely out of it this morning. Let me stress that vehemently. I heard the fire engines when I woke up but I really didn’t think anything of it. I smelled quite a bit of smoke when I stepped outside and didn’t think anything amiss. I got to my car and puzzled over the mysterious appearance of black flecks all over his silky silver surface. Then a man with a lunch bucket approached me and said, “Sir, if you are going to State College today, you won’t be able to go past the Bush House. It’s burning to the ground!”
And it all clicked. Looking around, I realized that it looked like a small volcano had erupted all over my cute little streets.
No more kraut and Lambic at Schnitzel’s Tavern, I’m afraid. Ever again.
Sorry for all the photos, dear reader. I guess I’ve been rekindling a romance with my camera or something. Not really a romance with good photography…just the camera.
Tonight I decided that I needed to buy a frame for the little collage-type thing I made with my mom on Saturday. I made a plan to go to Michael’s right after work and I pretty much skipped out the door of the FMC at 5:00 today. So freaking excited…such a freaking dork. Anyway, I got to Klaus and made my way through traffic to 220 and then onward to the plaza of red stores (Target, Michael’s, Circuit City.) Seeing as I had to pass Target to get to my destination, I decided a little stop wouldn’t hurt…maybe I’d find a frame? 45 minutes later I emerged with no frame but $1.75 worth of the cutest tchotckes EVAH:
They are supposed to be chopstick holders, but fuck that. These fishes are on my coffee table because they are that adorable. Look at ’em for chrissakes!
So, then I went to Michael’s. Frames blow hard. All I wanted was something ceramic with a glossy cucumber glaze. No such luck. I eventually settle for wood and decided that I’d stamp it with gold Chinese lettering. The ONE stamp they had was $10.99…about $5 more than the frame. *scratches that idea* As I was giving up, I noticed some neat mosaic stickers in the exact colors that I needed. So, for $12, we have this custom frame:
I’m very proud of it…especially since it took me all of about 10 minutes to put together. What do you think?
It’s come and it’s gone…and what a magnificent event it turned out to be. Once all the guests had arrived at my house around 9, we really did have a fantastic time laughing and strategerizin’ our hunt. I’ve decided that this post could also be titled “Jordin Falls Down: A Photo Essay.” He really did seem to be on the ground more often than not by the time he passed out for the night…
Anyway, the photos:
Hannah passed out at 10:30…it was a long day of work and driving.
My brother took over for me. It was for the best.
I nearly caught an elusive Sonya on film…
…and I had to corner her to snap a single image.
The hunters assembled outside of base camp (ie. my garage.)
Jordin kicked off the trip by knocking down a tree…
…and then falling flat on his back mid-trail.
The fiercest band of bigfeets hunters surveys a strip mine.
Jordin summed up the sentiment of our return by collapsing inches from Zoe on the cement.
Okay, so no one is here yet…and that’s because I’m all done setting up a whopping three hours early! So, what will you see when you get here, party goer?
The games table, complete with wine…
The foods table, ready for the presentation of cheesy snacks…
And, for those so inclined, the beer pong apparatus…
Margie may be gone, but she’ll be forever running on her little wheel in my head…
Welcome, all, to Gettysburg. This is an amazingly cute little rural PA town in the south eastern quadrant of the state. It’s pretty much like any place in the western or central parts of the state except it has a) a battlefield and b) Friendly’s. After two hours in the car following work on Friday we had dinner out with Hannah’s family. Her nephew, Mason (1 and a half) gave me a sticker that said “Oregon.” I was honored. We attacked the town on Saturday, with the Sloans chauffering me around on a tour of the area.
I sat on this cannon. It was my fate…
Demonstrating the attentive 10 & 2 style (when not setting the on-board computer, that is.)
I don’t have a clue as to what’s going on here…
Boyd’s Bears Country Factory is literally the size of a barn. This is half of that barn.
Marie became very attached to several of the stuffed animals. This bear was only one of her victims.
Aside from the items documented photographically here, I also got to meet Hannah’s grandmother “Mama.” She’s an 82 year-old German woman who could be described as all boob. She was adorable. While describing her Touareg, Hannah received a look of utter disbelief as to why anyone could need an air conditioned glove box followed by “Who do you think you are?” It was hilarious.
And that’s my weekend. I’m at the studio now, where I’ve effectively done all of my work too quickly and left myself with nothing to do. This is a common occurence…
