Seasonal Beers

There are so many choices out there for festive beers. I really like Oktoberfest. Although the pink drink featured above made my mouth frown and my eyes all squinty, I'm keeping the bottle for my bedroom decor. <3


2012 Epidemic, or, The Magnet Effect

This era has given a new spin on time as if every day forward is the lucky hesitance of someone having not yet dropped any nuclear bombs. People find peculiar ways to reference some random date indicating an ancient calculation of their end, THE END, hand-picking whatever moronic occurrence they wish to back that theory (a rock song, violence in a movie, no more malt shops, whatever).

Then the bigger things, the extremists, the terrorism, the noise, is summarized – practically justified. On track.

My theory is that your theory is going to come crashing down, tumbling forward and crumbling just inches before my feet… like every other bit of foolishness. Then I’m going to take some of that rubble for my collection because, well, it just looks cool.

That’s my blow-off explanation for the gardens of ruin in my figurative world: the cracks are like, all pretty and stuff.  Like your theories, only, you know, caused by things that actually happened. Not to sound like a total bitch, but if you dig around some of those larger concrete squares you will probably find parts of yourself that I prefer to remember.

I say that lovingly.

Speaking of theories, I’ve been telling everyone at work to watch the music video for Insane Clown Posse’s single, Miracles. Ever since I spotted Violent J I’ve been poking around his online empire (side door avenue strolls, the local attraction) and when I found Miracles it made me laugh. Wicked clowns who rap about a dark carnival where evil entities punish the wicked in gruesome fashions, have started releasing material about how the mysteries of the world and all of its secrets must be attributed to God. Fair enough curve ball, but they reference things that they just don't understand, making them sound a bit ignorant.

Now, I get the point they were (hopefully) trying to make, that life is incredible. But it still sounds like some crazy, uneducated B.S. coming from a couple of people wearing face paint who are really, really high. So I dunno. I hope they realize that things become even more amazing after you discover the facts behind them, regardless of whether or not there is a creator to take all of the credit.

All theories aside, why do I continue to observe that guy whenever I see him, finding a decent vantage point, marveling over the many layers of secrets within? I mean, besides the fact that I'm shy and worried about making him uncomfortable with my vast knowledge of joker cards and how I recognized him by his eyes before going home and verifying any visible tattoos?

The answer is simple and most wondrous…

An unexplainable magnetic attraction.

Michigan Warp Zone

What a marvelous marquee.


Not too inviting.

Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum is an arcade owned by an old magician who has collected the sort of freaky, ancient games that will never make it through the doors of Chucky Cheese.

Tiny model railroad. So many random worlds inside glass cases. Put in a quarter and they all light up and come to life.

They move, creaking and tinking out some gay ol’ tune.

I fell in love with Elvis pinball. Must come back after a few beers and figure out this king machine.

Yeah. It’s that awesome.

The bodies trapped inside the skeleton rotate. The box it’s holding opens..

and reveals demons feasting on human organs. Lifting the entrees to their mouths, stirring coffee, playing pool. The Last Judgement.

A Careful Balance

All I’ve really been doing out there is maintaining. Weedes are a pain in the ass but you can’t let your property go to shit. You will know, when a garden grows over, that the woman residing is no longer ruling.

Wild flower growing from one of my pots. If a weed is non-invasive and blooms, why not.

The morning glory beside the house is now sporting different colored flowers. Here, pale pink.

Perfect for ornamental grass accent.

Hidden agenda, impurity
detected at security
misunderstood, once under fire
harvestman was now for hire
it takes a special chemistry
a trusted friend, an enemy
some swear her judgement goes askew
when such are marked…
but then let through