The Electric Goose

Twinkie Henge

Babs — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 06:00:47 +0000

This was the byproduct of a Renaissance Festival and satiate boredom.

The answer we’ve all been waiting for.

Babs — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 05:39:15 +0000

You’ve been trying so hard. You’re tired, frustrated, without hope. Why go on like this? Lots of people can do it better than you. Way better. So why should you suffer? These two beautiful words are all we need. You’re driving down the street and catch a glimpse of this. As if God, himself, in his crafty 10,000 point size Times New Roman font burnt this into the side of a fence - just for you.

Meatballs.

Babs — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 05:24:56 +0000

This guy has been hangin’ out here for years now on the side of a butcher shop in Houston. I always wanted to get a picture of him and I finally did. Too bad the shadow of a gas station sign was in the way.

Drivel from a broken noodle.

Babs — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:56:08 +0000

You know, blogging seems too complicated. I wanna go home. Now that the training wheels are off and the road lies ahead, I break my ankle. Nothing can happen. And that’s what happened. But I guess it’s precisely the ramifications of this moment that provide grist for the mill. But what’s the mill for anyway?

So, here we are.

Babs — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:52:53 +0000

Houston, we have a problem.