Pay It Up

Rawr...

Money doesn't mean that much to me but, unfortunately it sure helps you do what you want to do. I wanted so badly to go to the Melvin's show tonight. I mean pretty fucking bad. I missed out last time, I REALLY wanted to go, and was too broke to do it. It is simply not fair. I deserved to go. Period. It is there 25th celebration and I am crying. Literally.
I want to go so fucking bad it's kinda making it the worst day EVER.
Ok, Maybe the worst in quite a while.
Still though, I am slamming the door.
I am telling you to suck it.
I am going to grumble all the way into my bed and fester with my hate for the night.
This flic about an existentialist dog turd seems appropriate.
Yep that's right...
I am 140lbs of sneering disdain.
Fuck off, Money.
Fuck off, Concerts.
Fuck off, Asshole.
Stop pretending to be so awesome, turn yourself around, and prance on back to bullshit land where you belong.

(UPDATE)
First, that God damn poop movie made me laugh my ass off.
THEN, I cried like a little bitch at the end.
It was beyond expectations of fantastic. The model in the final scene is sublime.
In a battle between the Best of the Worst Movie-Off for this weekend. The charming emo poop is going to give Jon Mikl Thor a run for his money.
Still though.... fuck off.

Southbound

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That fucking ukulele was just sitting there, staring at me, driving me crazy.
Might as well make a feast out of it, right?

Right.

Birth Control Kryptonite

Someday, My son Alloy and I and going to look so fucking pimp jogging on the waterfront with all the other hipster Portland moms.
Those bitches are going to be so jealous and it is going to be so awesome.

Portland 1939

Ran across these sweet little traffic films from various locations around Portland in the late 30's. The film quality is pretty darn good for being so old. They also have corresponding footage of the same spots from 2008 to compare and contrast.
I like the traffic director downtown best.

Not So Everyday

With Kreskin like coordination of color, impeccable timing, and a righteous flare for bringing the old fashioned hand written thank you note into the new millennium, this weeks mad props winner is Monsieur Aaron and his amazing postal mood elevator.
Queue the standing ovation, girl squeal of arty delight, and 1,000,000 of the sincerest thank you super bunches.

Notre jour de vélo

I ride my bike and I live in the city.
Click and come with me...

All Up Under The Covers Day

Because I almost pulled something this weekend I was laughing so hard AND because every Mother's Day needs a Mother's night, this one shot to #2 with a bullet for me.

Eda

Counter Intuitive

"and that's the last time I ever saw that fish..."

Unfortunately I was reverse engineering gloves inside my head so, I didn't hear the undoubtedly interesting story my mom was re-enacting for me over lunch today.
I chimed in just in time to hear the dramatic ending,
"and that's the last time I ever saw that fish..."

I think it's still a pretty good story.

Glimpses

One can only hope that if you take all the tiny glimpses of yourself and put them back together again, maybe you will eventually see the bigger picture.

Bridge

Charming?

My new best vend

Oh, the ebb and flow of gifts bestowed and those bestowed upon me. Compliments of the ever luscious Liz and Sara, our new parlor room vending possibilities are endless...

I give cheese, I get vintage vending.
Behold the cycle of it all.