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.

It’s cabbage-as-flowers, now that the flower-flowers are dead.

We’re stuck between over the river and through the woods and chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Someone else liked that line from “There Will Be Blood,” too.