-20th and Fir-ish.
-Mo Betta the SOLD Jetta. she choked for the last time here, at the illustrious corner of 20th & Yesler. well, she died 20 feet away, and I summoned a very polite pedestrian to help me push her to this spot. in the CD player, which I totally forgot to remove: the library's copy of Frank Zappa "Sheik Yerbouti" (remember the prior photo with the case in it? THIS is where the actual CD had been for the last 6 months! sorry, SPL.). and in the trunk, which I left on purpose: a coffee can containing two sets of preserved chicken feet from Alabama (thank you! they're going on another adventure!). godspeed, you predictably tempestuous Volkswagen you. I am sorry I fucked up your hood and fried your engine and made you play "Bobby Brown Goes Down" multiple times at top volume. thanks for getting me to Bellingham and to the bowels of Oregon and to work on time when I lived that sort of life. thanks for transporting my crap, and my cats, and for not stinking like piss after Entropy urinated all over her carrier. thank you for your sunroof. I fucking loved your sunroof.
-the ladies' loo at Salmon Bay Cafe, Ballard. we were talking about this at work recently: pareidolia, the phenomenon of seeing things, usually faces, in truly inocuous things (example: Jesus on a cat's butt. google it. or Jesus on a fucking grilled cheese sandwich. google that also, if you must.). this just made me absurdly happy. I love seeing evidence that other people are weird too.
-the rat I encountered at 11th and John tonight.
-another person scared him off. here is his apple.
-Entropy-Pants.
"'You make it hard for a nice girl to say no.'
'well then, if it's so hard, don't say it.'"
-James M Cain, "The Postman Always Rings Twice."
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