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.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Knock Knock

I'm sitting here at my computer after midnight, mostly because I can't sleep and there's nothing on TV, and I hear tires squealing and a huge "whooomph!" I put on my shoes and go have a look and in a row of newly-restored Victorian brick apartment houses there's now one with a car jammed into its front entrance. Either they're remodeling with the wrong tools or some guy forgot his keys.

Nice.