Mystery package

This arrived from the Deep South and was pretty ratchet:

Richard Scarry!  

!!!

Haircut time again

"Yeah, just relaxed and
 enjoying by very Beatles '65 lid over here...doobee doobee doo..."

"What?"

"Oh, shit!"

"I look like a mental patient from a Walker Evans
retrospective!*"

"Grrr...yes, I'll make some coffee...but I
SHAN'T FORGET!"

* quote from sitter's husband: "you ruined our baby's head!"

Torchy/Moz

I am of course obligated to read the Morrissey autobiography, although the first few pages were just a slog that I was tempted to just skip around.  But I am persevering (I think the ludicrously long paragraphs are the problem).  Anyway, old Steve mentions some show he loved in his youth called "Torchy the Battery Boy," which sounds in turn like a Suede b-side from 1994.  Wheels within wheels!  Anyway, the internet gods coughed that shit right up, should you dare:

Wintry view through a cat-ruined blind dot org

"Return to form," says a correspondent

New cell phone

No, not for me; in fact, they don't even make a case for my passe three-year-old Droid.  When this phone shit reaches sentience, there will be multiple new phones every second and they will be made of your skin!  I'm told.  Anyway:

Two views of the sad winter 1983 view from the Sprint store, where we waited
and waited.

And:

Kyle's new giant HTC-whatever phone.  Comes with a wheelbarrow.

A trip to Dick's

I found myself in Dick's Sporting Goods and finally truly felt like an American for the first time in my life.

Vulgar shades are in!

Drive for show, putt for dough

Probably free

"What was the target doing in the master bedroom?," asked the detective.

I'm a fucking tool, right, but I had no idea that there were zillions of snacks
to set out to get the game to crawl right up and get shot.  Ingenuity!  Who has time
to wait?

Sending these to Levi Johnston on his birthday