Spooked.

I hope a group of people dress up like The Specials again this year.
I'll be going as a Dandy-Lion for this Halloween.
Have fun everyone! I can't wait to see some of the fantastic costumes people are going as! Let me know if you guys come across and clever ones!

Espieglerie.

Okay, so, there's this bar on East Lake Street called Merlin's Rest, it's kind of a dive and it's hard to notice from the street. If you go to the utility closet there there's this panel that looks like splash board for the large floor sink and mop. If you remove that panel and follow the corridor, take the stair case down then follow that corridor til you get to a T in the hallway that's where Pell will be waiting for you follow him if you want to go see the world's most elaborate otter rodeo circus you've ever seen.

Fantoccini.

Bow ties are neat regardless. Even if they do turn you into a marionette.

Inchoate.

It's not that I don't like American Apparel it's just I think American Apparel gives people bad ideas about prevailing taste and presentation.
It's kind of like meatloaf (the entree), tolerable but, recites faulty ideas about portions.

Schism.

God bless Dennis's little heart.

Cat-o'-nine-tails.

I've never owned a leather jacket. I don't know if I could pull it off. I think I tried on some vintage pilot bomber jacket once. There's nothing like the classic black leather motorcycle jacket that clamors I'm as fun as smoking cigarettes and hanging out on the wrong side of the tracks.
If I ever own and can parade a black leather motorcycle jacket,
I hope it's as much fun as it looks.

Iota.

Not having to worry about anything but making it to school on time, if even that, exploring stupid hobbies, making cool things. I think everyone has those moments where they wish they could be young again. Though, we forget everything that comes along with being young, like the garbage can this kid gets thrown upside down in after school.
Nostalgia is all about what we know now.

Barmy.

Remember when sunflowers were kinda hip in the 90's? Somewhere in between Counting Crows and Lisa Loeb. When my sister and I had bedrooms right next to each other in the house we grew up in. My sister got a sunflower dress or something so my mom went to town and decorated her bedroom room in all sunflowers right down to the fragrance. When she finished with that project she turned to my room and designated a flower instead of being inspired by one.
My room was decorated in all pansies, speaks volumes of my character today.

Effigy.

Whenever I see these dreadful, fur critter looking, foot mukluk things I feel like a cat that's deathly afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
It looks like they just trotted through a muppet swamp.

All Clandestine, all the time.

The other night I had a dream that I was in search of the perfect real estate in town to open a speakeasy bar. Where I got the funding? Not sure, it was a dream. I was so excited though and now wish my dream would come true!
I can't get that idea out of my head! Even when I saw this photo I said to myself wow, that's what it's going to look like when you first walk into my speakeasy bar; He's the guy that asks you for the secret password.

Posies.

When grown up Gretel and the Shriners version of Otho from Beetlejuice finally come around it's usually too late and you don't want to play ring around the rosie anymore.

Milieu.

Just so you know, this was taken at a roller rink so the gent in the photo most likely has roller skates on. There is some sort of mystical jalopy happening here where elements proclaim what America (or Ah-merr-ica) is quintessentially known for.
Denim, guitars and rock and roll music, franchise restaurants that serve Country eggs benedict burnt and done cheaply, molestaches and a brazen attitude; we balance all that out while grasping on for dear life trying to maintain composure and have a sense of grace while we figure out what we're doing on four wheels. It's absolute encompassment with a touch of allegory.

Casuistical.

Discovering the backpack's empty when you've been wondering if they've been carrying a heavy bundle all night can be really bewildering.
Discovering there are no lenses in someones frames is also kind of a let down, I was mislead to think there was a burden with your eyesight and it seems instead of having poor eyesight you've decided to make it look as if you do. Huh.
It's almost as if you're mocking people with poor eyesight.

Proffered.

Oh Dear, when will these 80's revivalists ever stop?! Ha ha no, let them work it out, it'll pass. Actually this looks more like a 70's get up and I actually don't mind the color combination.
It recalls the idea that The Jetson's was supposed to take place in the future.
To them that would be about now, so maybe they were right on with the attire but, terribly misguided about living on posts in the sky with robots and conveyor belts everywhere.

Brainery.

At Bugle Boy University you can graduate with a degree in:

- Flat top anatomy
- History of white washed denim
- Anthropology of looking fly for a white guy.
- Economics in declaring bankruptcy in 2001.

Bugle Boy University, priceless education.

Wet & bothered.

I know I must sound like an absolute atrocious individual when I say this but, I think wet cats are incredibly hilarious because they look so pissed off and vulnerable. I think it's because usually cats act all aloof and haughty which is the exact opposite.
Please watch the fantastic video below.

cat in a bath "The Torture Room" from danilo Parra on Vimeo.

Seasick.

I love those photos that seem to linger around forever and never get lost and every time you look at it you say "Oh, man, remember when Libby upchucked right after this picture was taken?!"

Cannikin.

Introducing Pepsi Silver, it's going to be on the market for two weeks because it doesn't sell, tastes like ingot shit, and it's a clear soda. It will be forgotten by next month.

Hey, anyone remember Orbitz?