the transitive property

transcribed conversation from tonight:

me: really, i just wanted an excuse to eat ketchup. i want lots of ketchup. if i could eat ketchup alone,i would.

anonymous other: see, i could eat mustard alone.

me: ew, i couldn't.

anonymous other: well, i mean not ALONE. but like...without anything else.

me: essentially, we're all alone...always. in everything we do.

anonymous other: oh...

me: so, by the transitive property of ketchup, i am always alone.


















good night.

i stumbled upon buried treasure

i love the salvation army. Rarely, though, do i actually find exactly what i'm looking for there. Instead i generally find a million other somethings that i buy anyways that i didn't know i needed but must have once i see them. Which is why my room is currently a museum of castaway oddities i've collected over the past few years.

The southwest has always been a fascination of mine and lately i've been coveting some sort of really cheesy American Indian themed t-shirt, you know... complete with moons, coyotes, dreamcatchers, and the like. Well, the other day i stumbled upon someone's donated collection of them at the thrift store and ended up getting 9 of them...for a total of $9. Amazing.











This lady was on some program about flea market shoppers on public TV and i had to capture the fact that she's wearing a pretty sick t-shirt (in keeping with the theme)




boners everywhere!

Sadie the Musical Sausage

so something amazing happened yesterday...
While playing the harmonica the other day, I discovered the musical genius that was hiding in my miniature dachshund.
having too much free time is AWESOME!

so....OOPS

i am non-directional and non-committal.

From here on out, my devotion (or lack thereof) to blogging makes sense in the context of the previous confession.

From here on out i pledge to try to update my blog more. And post pictures.

ahoy

something I drew recently:



i drew this in the car actually.
(i wasn't driving)

:-)

smiling hearts, that's all we want...right?

nyquil

so i have a mystery cold that comes and goes...
nyquil has been making me trip over everything in my house nightly
(when i try to walk).
right now my throat feels like dehydrated sandpaper in a desert with tickles all over
i'm not even TRULY sure what i'm talking about.
i think it's BEDTIME
-kc