A Scrabble Game Will Not Be Played

Some more points of interest for the past year, these being of a image-related nature.

• “The Lunch Hour Pops,” in which I question the motives of the person who designed the packaging for my teapot.
• “Kablammo!” in which I find humor in a bus fire.
• “Emphysemic Waterfowl,” in which I give high praise to a wine cork and Daphne Blake’s legs.
• “Man Genitals, Lady Genitals,” in which my work, mushrooms, orchids and human sexuality meet in a way that I found only slightly disturbing.
• “Custody of Your Life,” in which I participate in one of the more entertaining memes of the past year.
• “The Birdo Unitard,” which is just that.
• “Shrine of the Sea Monkey,” in which a thrifting expedition yields little of value save for some photos to post on this blog.
• “The Princess Screams,” in which one certain exchange neatly sums up the Santa Barbara online community.
• “The Damning Evidence,” in which I find a highly suspicious bar receipt.
• “Action County, USA,” in which Santa Barbara is attacked by a giant, urinating penis.
• “Great Big Globs of Greasy, Grimy Christmas Guts,” in which we all have good reason to be suspicious of Anthropologie.
• “Killing Me Slosh-ily,” in which we salute Liza Minelli’s alcoholism, apparently.