Well, at least it’s a beautiful boat.
I bet Coozledad is building one of these in the back pasture.
(It’s a fire-breathing dragon/dinosaur thingie. You know you want one.)
This… individual is named Blush. (I think.) I have no idea what her music sounds like*, but there sure was a long line for her signing.
*My cultural references for tranny entertainers begin and end with disco. And Divine.
Update: it appears Blush is about fashion. Now that makes sense.
Back to the parents’ tent.
I have found the parents’ tent. It is air-conditioned. And I’m not leaving.
Is the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame worth a visit? Yes. (More on that in a few days.) Things I didn’t expect to hear, however:
Kate (in the gift shop): “I wish I could afford vinyl.”
Me: “What? Of course you can afford vinyl. How much could it be?”
Oh:
Now with wildlife.
I had a post all ready to go, but Comcast is constipated this morning. So I’m off to the morning grind, and I’ll try to catch up via the library’s connection in a couple hours, eh?
Until then, talk amongst yourselves.
Bumper stickers expressing this sentiment are pretty common around here. Most aren’t this obnoxious.
Medical marijuana = reefer madness, baby.
