Futility Now

So let’s see, what has been going on?

Well, for starters I invented this awesome sandwich

so that’s something.

We also went to the woods again, only this time we made a further expedition to this lake, which was total quality fun. I’m a little leery of camping in general, because I am very serious about personal hygiene, but as a day trip it was really wonderful.

Portland institution Shag has decided to move next to the tattoo parlor across the street, so I guess that’s another exciting sign that the neighborhood is on the way up. We sort of knew that already, since being able to stroll out and get a drink or something has become a bit of a challenge, since everything is packed to the gills most evenings. Unfortunately, you still have to go a couple miles to get a decent loaf of bread. Somebody could really make a mint by correcting this, says I.

Here is Yoshi staring balefully out of the bathroom window at me.

Here is a raccoon that was asleep in our yard this morning.

Here is Yoshi staring balefully out of the bathroom window at the raccoon.

I took these on my was to get comics on Valentine’s day.

Hilariously old-school signs for an upcoming event.

I guess they worked, because after seeing them, Hazel wants us to attend.

These are next to the roadways on Mount Tabor

Here is a mysterious aperture in a nearby convent (or something.)

Here’s Hazel shutting it so all the Jesus doesn’t leak out.

So the Sunday before this one that I’m writing on, the super-cool Portland Garment Factory held a flea market at their store around the corner. Whilst we were wandering around we noticed a massive old factory punch clock, and Hazel decided that we needed to have it.

The proprietress said that she’d bought it for the store in order to create an industrial feel, but nobody had ever managed to figure out how to make the damn thing work. We took it home and Hazel found a manual for it on the manufacturer’s web site. As she read out loud I flipped the clock face up to expose its works and set the time.

I managed to get it working at some expense to my thumbs (if you look, you can see that the bottom stamps are from before I set the clock, whereas the top stamp shows the proper date.)

And here it is as part of a charming domestic tableau.