On Monstrously Large Music Festivals

Don’t Quit Your Day job

 

That sheet in Karen’s hand?  Actual spreadsheet mapping out all the bands she wants to see, and when and where they are playing.  This thing exists.  I cannot make up that level of fan girl madness.

What else exists?  That blanket.  Flannel quilt. Best.  Thing.  Ever.

And Karen, honey?  If you see this, please put down the Giant Tube ‘O Margarita.  You will thank me in the morning.  ❤

A is for “Addict”

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

I’ve created a monster.  A Yarn Monster.

…and yes, that puppet will all too likely be constructed in the foreseeable future.

Speaking of puppets!  There is Improv with Puppets happening at the Hideout in March!

It looks pretty freakishly awesome, so you should totally check it out if you’re in town!

We interrupt your “Is it Friday yet?” doldrums to bring you…

…our very, very stupid special puppy.

Dear Roommie was not in any mood for Jacob’s foolishness last night, but I could not possibly let an opportunity pass to get photographic evidence of his latest brilliance.

Allow me to set the scene for you.  I half-listen from the kitchen to the tiny metallic tinkling of his tags that tells me that he is poking around somewhere other than under my feet.  Then the sound is joined by a decidedly panicked thump-skitter-skitter-thump, and Roommie says something to him that I can’t quite make out, except for a sharp, “No.

I wander ’round the corner to investigate:




You know that scene in The Fifth Element where Leeloo has just dropped into Korben’s cab, and she’s trying to ask for help, but it comes out as, “HAAAAAALP?”

Yeah, that’s pretty much how I translate the sad little whimper that goes with that last picture.

The good news (for him, anyway) is that he does eventually make it out of the tub when properly motivated.  He was out of the bathroom and back in the kitchen by dinner time.