December 10, 2007
vine wreath
Twisted together out of wild bits and pieces this fall, it presides over the drifts of shoes, backpacks, permission slips, and odd mittens which mark the changing season.
comments:
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
- Rick Neece: Chuck, testes, testes, One-Two-Three. I can hear you breathing. (TAP,TAP,TAP) “Is this thing...
- Joel Bernstein: Chuck Testa
- Rick Neece: I know the Jag has gone through changes since Ford owns the company. It makes me a little sad for the...
- Michael Smith: WRONG, I’m anime FREAK.
- Rick Neece: I hear you. (The last Taurus we had, I’m sure you’re referring to. Built with an oval in...
- Marco: I’ll admit in the privacy of this forum to liking some of the Tauri, but that particular model year was...
- Rick Neece: Thanks, Josh.
- k: Somebody pulled her the fuck out of that house, didn’t they? She’s going to end up in a hospital at...
- picturerock: I drive a Dodge Ram, and the bumper sticker on the back says, “Eatin’ Teslas, Shittin’...
- Joel Bernstein: The father responds
- Carole Corlew: Kathy, it’s in the blood! I have old windows in the garage that I use for that, too. And I...
- Kathy: Carole, you are so so like my father. He built his own mini greenhouse to start his seedlings using the frame...