#388 – Faux Birthday
Yes, I got fireworks. D supposedly planned it all out, she said. I still don’t know if I believe her…and actually, correct me if I’m wrong oh-family-of-mine, but I think I actually used to call fireworks “boom-boom sky” instead of “bang-bang sky.” Gah. I’m a failure with words. My memory is so going…
Some many days ago, I held a little contest asking readers to name my brand new laptop. Trina destroyed the competition, offering up a name that sort of held the key to my heart: Macaroni. Here is her prize:
That’s Trina in the middle. Come on, use your imagination. You know what I’m also adding to my list of Impossible Things to Draw now…nudibranches. My attempt at such a critter is that dancing taco in the bottom right corner. Ugh. Apologizes to sea slugs everywhere!
Snapple Real Facts #18: A jellyfish is 95% water.
And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A couple of hymns of confession
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ again
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ, so let’s begin
– “Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand” by Cursive