Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

At Least They Said Please


This was found in my basement one afternoon when I was doing laundry. Taken with my old, dead, way the hell better camera and it's been on my memory card for months.

6 comments:

Obsidian Kitten said...

a postcard for knitters or something? it's so good you couldn't make it up.

Severina said...

I usually never see anything any good to photograph like the rest of the damn world, or either I do but I never carry my camera around.

Scott said...

I'll bet you fucked with them anyway just out of spite.

Severina said...

And what if I did? Huh?

Scott said...

Pics, or it didn't happen.

Severina said...

I didn't happen at all today.