Neither John Lennon nor Paul McCartney could read music. I know you know that. But think about it—it’s awesome.
In one of the stalls in the women’s bathroom at Bruegger’s, there is a potted plastic orchid on top of the toilet tank. Its fake leaves are horribly droopy and its pink plastic flowers are not vaginal or labial or vulvar, but I couldn’t help but think of female genitals anyway. Please help.
Last year, I vowed to credit the photos that I reprint on my blog, but I simply don’t care.
I have never driven in New York City, the state of New Jersey, or any European country.
I was recently nominated for a Versatile Blogger Award, but I haven’t done anything I’m supposed to. It’s possible I still will. Just giving you a heads up.
In Improv, you learn to engage in “yes and” interactions with your fellow Improvers. You shall not “neg” their suggestions, but my behavior in response to being nominated is negging. Negging sucks. It feels really bad. What’s a blogger to do?
Those values.com billboards give me the creeps and I finally looked it up. FUCK THAT!
Why, when I looked up Hurlbut Paper Co. in google images, did a photo of Javier Bardem come up? I can barely look without falling over. Oh My God.
Hurlbut is a funny name, but the factory, in the Berkshires, is lovely. It is owned by Mead Paper. I want all factories to look like it looks. Old-fashioned American-made goods. Bricks and trestle bridges. The illusion that paper-production is clean. Please?
I remember being near Chillocothe, Ohio and smelling the air as we drove by a paper mill. Have you ever experienced this?
When I was in high school on the Speech Team (I know you are shocked at this admission of geekdom), I stayed overnight in a house in Chillocothe. It was one of the most amazing houses I have ever been in. It had transom windows above the bedroom doors. I love transom windows.
When I searched google images for Chillocothe, Ohio, I found this. If you click through, you will not be sorry, especially the menfolk (half the time when I tried to link to it, the image showed up directly; half the time not. I don’t understand wordpress, you know that).
twinklysparkles 
I believe your instincts on the VBA are correct, or at least the same as mine. As the great Jewish-American philosopher Groucho Marx said, “I would not want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.”
He also said, “Outiside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”
Great blogging today, by the way.
I like it!
Thanks, guys. And how about this (a little post-season, but it still works):
Chillicothe photo is a hoot- those poor tattoos. Love, love, love your heart rocks.
Welcome, Cowgirl! I stopped by your blog via Cowboylands (I didn’t say that in my comment). You are welcome here any time.
I actually looked through some of that photographer’s flicker photos. He’s really good. I thought maybe he is a biker person, but it seems he is a chronicler of various events, probably lives in Pittsburgh (lots of Occupy Pittsburgh photos and other Pburgh events).
As it turns out, a lot of women seem to like the heart rocks and I have heard from a few other collectors. Fun!
thanks for taking a peek here! twinkly
Good Afternoon-off topic-I’ve seen your comments about Wilco previously and I know you’re a fan…have you seen the video of Wilco rehearsing The Band’s “The Weight” with Mavis Staples and Nick Lowe? I understand Wilco put it up on YouTube in the last few days.
It’s pretty freaking cool-Mike
I have heard Tweedy singing “The Weight” with Levon Helm. I love the way he sings it and I love that he hooks up with a variety of great artists.
If you go to Wilco’s website, you can listen to almost any of their live shows. Look up under “Road Case” (I think). Youtube has so many good recordings of Wilco (and/or Tweedy), but mixed in with a lot of crap, as usual with bootlegs.
Thanks for stopping around again, Mike. Haven’t heard from you in a while.
Paper mill odor: check.
Chillicothe Ohio pic: um … check.
Always thinking of genitals when I see a plastic flower in a public bathroom: check.
So digging this post: CHECK!
I am glad I didn’t make up the paper mill part, check!