Finally. Good Christ, it's about time I found another copy.

Next selection in the Dan Kelly Vinyl Recovery Program. He was big in Japan: http://www.pluto.dti.ne.jp/~pmclub/

Another recovery from the basement. Full photo essay on this little number to come.

Cleaning the basement and finding old vinyl. 60s Japanese garage bands covering "I'm a Man" etc.

The Blaculas arrived intact. Thank God.

Isn't this kind of like calling your restaurant "The Whore"?

What stuck with my most about my first woodworking class.

I get it! Because he's a skeleton!

Borders wishes you a GLOOMY CHRISTMAS with the little-seen black Christmas tree.

Wow, all the build-up was wort it for this picture. I love the emotional range, from utter shock to pouty sad pumpkin.

Evil black squirrel = tool of SATAN

Found this on the side of an overpass. I was hoping they just wanted to chat about lousy jobs, but a Google search revealed it was some sort of plug for an investor seminar. Odd, his web site and Twitter account seem to be... missing. How strange. How pec

Weight of the World.

Reeking masses arrive to meet the Messiah/Oprah for laying on of hands/resurrections/recipes.

I'm the dorkiest geek that's ever nerded: From a journal my sister Nancy kept when I was wee.

After I saw the real book at Borders, I couldn't resist.

I think this might be the Oprah's eventual roost for next week, but I'm not sure.

And that's how you label your food in the company refrigerator. No, it's not mine. It's some other mine's.

Oh Facebook ads... You confuse me so.

While bored at work, a piece of tissue and a red ballpoint pen become exciting new mediums.