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.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Blast and Damnation

Not nearly enough fucking leaves. What appeared to be an orgiastic crapload of leafy goodness was merely a smattering, a veritable tease of leaves. Dammit to hell! Ordering more as we speak. Grrr.


Obsidian Kitten said...

To assuage your frustration just a bit, a bear wrestles a robot, here:

Severina said...

Cool! Boilerplate! One of a few things I like better than leaves.