Microwave mishaps don’t always involve a stack of CD’s, a ball of tinfoil, or a cow stuck in the stairwell. Sometimes they just involve a vintage pyrex dish and some over-ambitious gravy. Hey, it’s Monday and my mind is in a pork-induced haze from my mother force feeding me pork ribs all weekend long.
Eighty-Five was a good year for sprinklers. The kind that go back and forth and form tunnels for dashing through, the kind that spray wildly in every direction, and the kind at the park that can be a hit or miss depending on how fast you run. Summer, where are you?
Check out the full process of raising my hip factor via a mustache-on-a-finger-on-a-stick.
It’s not often that you find something that surprises you (in a good way) while searching for stock photos. So when I came across this picture of a family unicycling together, I couldn’t keep it to myself.
This weekend I stopped by the Stumptown Comics Fest to see my friends Graham, Stumptown Underground and of course the IPRC. As I was making my way through the participants I came across Atrox Comics and Beastlies, who make comics using 3D sculpted figures of the monstrously cute kind.
I bought one of the smallest figurines, dubbed him Canary Clay, and promptly took him on a walk around his new neighborhood.
