(Mar 3) Things have somehow gotten really, really broken. And just under the surface, they are boiling.
It looks bad, but there wasn’t any car parts.
The second of my plastic electric kettles died. I love this new glass one.
(All from Jan 9) Happy Fucking New Year.
I should have photographed the ruts the vehicle made in the lawn.
This had to cost someone a pretty penny.
A brief stop for some laughs with the lovely Lindsay.
Apparently the automated line has fancy video displays.
I’m sure the Windows2000 that runs the train appreciates the visual.