Molly Goatwax

Tees

Here they are, printed from the carved block of wood and drying on flattened beer cases. My copyright safely registered, they are waiting for you! "He died for us and He sure was tasty!" This is what happens when knives fall into the hands of the mentally ill...

Jimmy

Jimmy wore a pink suit to work today. I did not.

Hobbits?

Photo courtesy Rugged Elegant Living

Today the eight year old had "Science Sharing" at school. I suppose the term "Show and Tell" has grown suggestive by generations of snickering adolescents...and she selected a fossil of shell impressions Miss Janet found for her in the wilds of New Mexico. How timely then, was this story *about the discovery of fossilized bones of a dwarf hominid species in today's newspaper! So the tyke made off with the "A" section too.

* I ain't linking to the subscription site of our local rag.

Oooooh....aaaaaah

A full moon is setting in the clouds, it has a magnificent rainbow halo illuminating the darkness.

Popular Culture

One of the things I do now is listen to the traffic report on the radio before I take the highway ramp to the tunnel beneath the harbor. My station selection is rather limited, with the car's antenna having been snapped off by the drive through the arc of a tree falling down after the county dump truck ahead of me knocked it over. A few mph's slower and it would've been my head-the car's top was down. (When I called the cops to report it, they told me it was an act of God. I snapped "No wonder the crime rate in the county's so low!") So I find myself subjected, as an alien, to this.

Long Day

Ugh. The files which vanished from my desk last week came back this morning with an order to have them signed, sealed and delivered by Thursday. And I pulled the rabbit out of my hat. Now I need a hot shower and a cold beer, and also....hey! Where is that husband of mine?

Yucko

Let me tell you, that Belarussian chocolate was just yucko. My teeth still sting at the memory. Stix and I worked our way through the entire bag, taking a bite out of each to make sure. Of course, I bought them for the wrappers, as collage elements. I once had to drink an entire six-pack of Tasmanian beer for the odd striped animals printed on the labels. Oh, the sacrifices we make for art!

Sunday past

The eight year old has a community project book to fill out for social studies, so yesterday I took her to the closest fire station and the police station serving our precinct. As I expected, the fireman was both bored with his Sunday and enthusiastic about improving community relations, so he showed us everything and talked our ears off with more information than the tot needed. But, she thought all of it it was neat. The officer at the police station, however, was not as forthcoming. I had to coax both of them along with the questions in the book and another cop asked in passing what he was doing, letting kids in the station. (!) Among the observations she noted in her project book were the broken clock, the food collection box for the less fortunate, and the high desk the officer sat behind. We were also told we could not buy thin blue line Mogen David keychains on the weekend. We were both a little disappointed by our visit, but then we went on to Miss Janet's open studio weekend. I had grabbed an unopened tray of Graul's almond macaroons on the way out of the house in response to a psychic awareness of Miss Janet running out of the cookies she advertised. And, good friend that she is, was not at all surprized. Oh, the paintings and her space looked fabulous! I hope the people who spoke for a piece called "Spot" were too beered up and renege.I gotta go back to the police station for the souvenier keychains!

Honey, I found this Thing!

Today someone gave me This Awful Thing. It's a ceramic vase, I think I will fill it with pink plastic daisies and put it in my cubicle.

A Great Day for beer

I was mistaken about the hearing with the Liquor Board being a ten minute cake walk. It lasted only five. My letter of approval will come in the mail next week. I was so tickled I did not even take umbrage at the government official telling me to have a blessed day. After that I went out to Pikesville and found some marzipan in a place next to a kosher caterers' and an international food market where I loaded up on more chocolate, whose wrappers I cannot read, from Belarus. Then I went to my favorite thrift store, because I have discovered black jeans, which can be worn to work. (O.K. For the umpteenth time, I don't get out much.) I will still meet with the health department, the building inspector, the fire department and various other functionaries who must sign off on the establishment before it opens. But still, it's a good day for beer in Baltimore! I'm having a Foster's lager, would you prefer a domestic porter?