Twinkie Henge
Posted on March 2nd, 2008 by Babs
This was the byproduct of a Renaissance Festival and satiate boredom.
The Electric Goose
Our nose knows no bounds.
The answer we’ve all been waiting for.
Posted on March 1st, 2008 by Babs
You’ve been trying so hard. You’re tired, frustrated, without hope. Why go on like this? Lots of people can do it better than you. Way better. So why should you suffer? These two beautiful words are all we need. You’re driving down the street and catch a glimpse of this. As if God, himself, in his crafty 10,000 point size Times New Roman font burnt this into the side of a fence - just for you.
Meatballs.
Posted on March 1st, 2008 by Babs
This guy has been hangin’ out here for years now on the side of a butcher shop in Houston. I always wanted to get a picture of him and I finally did. Too bad the shadow of a gas station sign was in the way.
Drivel from a broken noodle.
Posted on March 1st, 2008 by Babs
You know, blogging seems too complicated. I wanna go home. Now that the training wheels are off and the road lies ahead, I break my ankle. Nothing can happen. And that’s what happened. But I guess it’s precisely the ramifications of this moment that provide grist for the mill. But what’s the mill for anyway?