Club Bangers

My initial impression of the new AC record is positive, but mainly due to that late Summer evening in 2007 that A and I saw them in Chicago. That was such a fun night and the more outright dance cuts ("My Girls" "Brothersport" "Summertime Clothes") were all played that night in some nascent form.

Looking forward to possibly rattling loose a window (more likely the rear view mirror) while this plays in my car.

I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls...

Mom's handwriting has never changed.

If I ain't on my grind / then what you call that?

I peaked around this age. It's been downhill ever since.

Shoot out to my Mom for dressing me that day; the collared shirt, the themed sweater, those pearly whites, that strange wooden object I'm holding (?).

I'm heading to Bawlmer tomorrow and thinking about bringing Future with me. I might even let him drive.

No, I wouldn't. You know my Cat is only my Copilot.

Sadness Bowl

Earlier this summer when in Wal Mart with my parents, my Dad attempted to extol the virtues of SPAM. His praise fell on deaf ears. I think my actual response was a grunt accompanied by a cringed face and a shaking of the head.

I thought about it while doing the dishes just now and laughed. I then thought about him actually eating SPAM and felt a little sad.

No context

I don't know when it happened, and my Mom denies she is the guilty party, but a fair number of our family's childhood photos have been cut up, scrapbook style sans scrapbook.



In some instances as shown above, the context of the photo is not lost. We know Alison and Dawn are participating in an Easter Egg hunt, albeit at a suspect age. The omitted portion is not seemingly relevant to the gist of the photo.

However, some are more dramatic than others. Take the following photo of my Dad:



Just a casual photo of Dad, apparently glancing away from the camera. Nothing unusual. Until this little nugget falls to the floor from the group of photos and you go to pick it up and discover...


Baby Dawn!

Together:


What's the meaning of this? If Mom was the responsible party and assuming this type of behavior is learned, to what degree of passive aggressiveness am I capable of? But if, as my Mom claims, Dawn did this for some elementary school project, what does that say about the relationship of Dawn and Dad? You could write a thesis on the possibilities. And even while it appears these are cropped from different photos (even more disturbing, in a way), they are still from the same moment.

It's funny because it's batshit crazy.

A Rare Sighting

Pregnant Mom carrying Fetus Dawn. How Unassuming Dad landed such a catch is beyond me*.

*Prodigious Infant-Head Wayne

Hustle, Hustlin' Hustlin'

A Wendy's baked potato, a premium chicken sandwich, and a glass of H2O works when you're in a bind.