Consistent if nothing else

The best compliment this blog has earned is “Your blog is good. It’s consistent.” So even though I really don’t want to write anything right now, here’s some straggler pictures I can put up. I know y’all like the pictures better anyway, so take them you Phillistines. I’m in a coffee shop in either Edwardsville, Collinsville, Maryville, or Glen Carbon in Southern Illinois by the way. These small towns are all indistinguishable, but people who grew up here refer to their homes as “The Ville,” despite the fact that it doesn’t really specify where you’re from. Whatever. Stupid Midwest.

This is a four-ounce, cheese mouse covered in wax, from Wisconsin. His name on the label is “Mouse w/Pants.” Here he is cooking fish sticks. Sara’s sister Amy took this picture along with maybe 70 others at about 3 a.m.:


I taught a puppy to smoke. Going to hell for that one:



While the Midwest does have its share of beauty, Madison and Southern Wisconsin are carrying too much of the burden (As a sidenote, I ate breakfast at a place called Smut and Eggs in Madison, at Catfish’s suggestion. The name is quite literal, as I ate eggs while TVs above the bar played hardcore pornography. The movie on when I was there was called “Teenage Hitchhikers,” but I’m positive that the girls featured were neither teenage, nor hitchhikers):

Fucking Midwest:

There’s this big mirrory ball in Millenium Park. That’s the end of that story:

This man is walking a bunny along the shore of Lake Michigan:

Sara, Brent and I crammed into my overstuffed car on the way back from the wedding. Brent was bitch-squealing about making his flight that left four hours later. We are hungover:


I’m clearly distracted by the boquet for some reason. I feel like my expression is saying something like “Sigh, always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” Right before this picture was taken, Jared the Groom saw us sneaking an open bottle of wine from the reception back to our hotel for the night. He sort of shook his head and laughed, but I like to think there’s part of him that really admired us for it:

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3 Responses to

  1. Eats With Face says:

    Do bunnies like the beach?

  2. catfishvegas says:

    I have a very similar picture at the big silver egg.
    And if you can’t teach a puppy to smoke, what’s the point of going on living?

  3. catfishvegas says:

    What happened to consistent?

    (not that I should talk…)

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