Bored and Feeling Random

I found this whilst meandering around reading some online crap about Skylab for absolutely no logical reason that I can think of. I like the detail. It's as though it was a stamped out using a potato carved in a jr. high art class. I'm also impressed by the notice to "Look out below".

Annoyingly, neither I nor my mother seemed interested enough in Skylab's fiery death plunge (actual newspaper quote) to save any clippings. I've got a whole box of old clippings, most of which are moronic things like Danville getting in the Guinness Book for playing the longest softball game or photos from a flood that happened in the 1940s but the local paper felt the need to reprint it because there wasn't enough real news that day. But not a scrap on Skylab.

Pfffftttt.

On to the randomness. Ahhh, the wonders of randomness. The internets are just littered with randomness and I'm inexplicably feeling the need to add to it, plus I'm much too lazy to take new pictures of Santa Wino. I kinda have to rummage around through some boxes to find him.

When you wash your ocicat, remember to use plenty of fabric softener and put the dryer on the "low" setting, otherwise the damn things shrink, and nobody wants a shrunken ocicat. Shrunken ocicats are of no use whatsoever.

Dunno. Maybe a shrunken ocicat might make a better ring-toss target.

What's this? A newly discovered Jackson Pollock?

Nope, just a poop-covered car I spotted on the way to the bus one morning. See, robins either migrate here from up north and stay for the winter or they stop by for a quick poop-fest before they head further south. It's funny because it's not my car.