Drawing by Kate.
Save the World
My scrapbook. Expect no lofty platitudes here.
Friday, September 6, 2024
Monday, September 2, 2024
Found Note: Fuck You and Fuck Love
Thursday, August 1, 2024
1,000 Years of Dracula
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
The Hives Forever Forever The Hives
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Every Meximelt
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
Jah Love
The Plaid Brothers
Sunday, June 25, 2023
Found: Marilyn
Tuesday, June 20, 2023
Pyramid of Force
Pyramid of Force. |
Wednesday, June 14, 2023
Pokéfreakout
Saturday, June 3, 2023
How Now?
RE: post title - “How Now?” is one way colonial Americans greeted each other.
Friday, June 2, 2023
Bozeman Radiator Disaster
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Catching our antifreeze leakage in cooking pans. |
It was in Bozeman, Montana, during our 1994 drive from Indiana to Alaska, when we sprang a radiator leak. We managed to limp into a Napa auto parts parking lot just before the engine overheated completely. We parked and let everything cool down, catching the leaking antifreeze in pans because we were afraid Napa might kick us off their lot if we flooded it with coolant.
As bad as that seemed, things only got worse from there. Among other disasters, our camp stove decided to give up on us too.
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Laura with our faulty camp stove. |
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Fire at the Napa store. |
That got the store staff riled up more than antifreeze in their parking lot ever could have. Multiple staff members immediately came pouring out of the building wielding fire extinguishers. My first thought was to take a picture (above).
When brother Todd saw the explosion in his rear-view mirror, he just threw the van in neutral - coasted right over all those pans of antifreeze.
Laura fell down and peed her pants from laughing so hard.
It was freaking hilarious.
[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Feb. 10, 2004]
Saturday, May 20, 2023
Life, Jim Thompson
“Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed wire handle.”
– Jim Thompson, Texas By The Tail
Monday, May 15, 2023
Jonnie the Clever Child
In 1970, I got my hand stuck in a chair and couldn't figure out how to pull it out. Instead of helping me, my parents took a picture and captioned it, “Jonnie the clever child." wtf.
Saturday, February 18, 2023
Saturday, December 31, 2022
Happy New Year, 2018
Monday, December 26, 2022
I'm Awesome
Sunday, December 25, 2022
First Santa
Saturday, December 10, 2022
Thursday, December 8, 2022
Easter, 1992
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Easter, 1992. |
Saturday, December 3, 2022
Midwestern Working Class Badasses
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Midwestern Working Class Badasses. |
Thursday, December 1, 2022
Green Porcelain Beauties
They don’t make them like this anymore. If they did, they would probably charge more to use them.
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Dreaming of a Plaid Christmas
Saturday, August 20, 2022
Birth Announcements
Saturday, July 16, 2022
Supplement to "My Experience Falling Through a Bathroom Ceiling"
Referring back to my earlier post, My Experience Falling Through a Bathroom Ceiling, I’ve always wished someone had taken a photo of the moment. Thanks to the magic of A.I., I’ve now created a rough approximation of what it might have looked like to see me crashing through the ceiling of a high school restroom.
1.) First try - I look like Gary Neuman, but thought this image suffered from the lack of falling ceiling debris. It also missed the detail that I was wearing a suit jacket.
Thursday, June 30, 2022
Found Note: My Grandparents Think I'm Gay
The Golden Lion
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Vending Machine Rant
"A tall bearded hillbilly...claims the dollar bill changer only gave him 75 cents back for his dollar. His initial comment was, 'Hey!...It only gave me 75 cents!! But, hey!...That's all I need!' After he finished his snack though, he started beating on the change machine and yelling for somebody to 'Call the fuckin' cops'.
He tried to write on the wall that the machine owed him money, but his pen was dry; so he hurled it against a nearby table and sat down with his face in his hands. Soon, he started to demand that somebody, 'Call the fuckin' cops'!!"
"He says, 'If I robbed a liquor store, they'd call the cops on me; but this machine can rip me off a quarter and the cops don't even care.'"
"Now he's swaying a lot. He can barely hold his head up straight. He's saying, 'Fuck America' and 'God Damn America' over and over and over again. Now he just added, 'God Bless Alaska'!! He'll be asleep soon."
"Oh! He got a second wind. He's raving (to nobody in particular, just in case anybody's listening) - 'I live like an animal!...I'm a savage!!...If you don't believe me, if you think I'm full of shit, just live with me for a year - I'll show you how an animal lives'!!! ... 'I've been sleeping by railroad tracks and under trucks for years, usually with no heat"! [Jonnie comments: "ha ha, "usually"?] 'We're living in the end times...and when the cities fall, I'll be thriving'!!"
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Packing Crew, Nautilus Marine; Valdez AK, 1991. |
Monday, June 27, 2022
Red, White, & Brown
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Hulk Hands Birthday Party
Recently, I gave my Hulk hands a holiday vacation by the swimming pool to pay them back for all the good times they had given me.
Monday, June 20, 2022
Bedtime Tingler
Chuck Tingle might have restored my joy of reading.
Publisher's summary for "Bigfoot Pirates Haunt My Balls":
After years of having their natural habitat encroached upon, bigfeet are finally forced to leave the forest and head out into the open ocean. At first, we think that it's the last we’ll ever see of them, until bigfoot piracy becomes rampant across the Seven Seas.
When the most notorious bigfoot pirate, Lorko the Black, is killed off the coast of Santa Monica, a man named Andy begins to feel a mysterious throbbing in his balls. After a trip to the doctor, Andy soon learns that what seemed like a coincidence is actually an acute case of haunted balls, and the only prescription is a bigfoot ghost pirate gangbang!
Now, that piques my interest. Who cares about Merry Christmas, Alex Cross?
Friday, June 17, 2022
Bad Brains
Monday, May 30, 2022
Shriner Autograph Collection
In 1988, I attended the annual Tarzan Zerbini Circus in Fort Wayne, Indiana, an event hosted by the Mizpah Indiana Shriners. Upon entering the arena, each attendee received a program filled with advertisements and information about the circus. The opening pages featured yearbook-style photographs of various Shriner officials, many of whom were present at the event that evening.
After the circus ended, I decided to stick around, program in hand, hoping to collect their autographs: