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.