There’s something redundant, yet charming about this three-degrees-of-referential, irreverant car adornment.
Sure, sure, my friends may take pictures of things for me, but would they take a crowbar and pry it off a stranger’s car for me? Noooooooooo. I don’t ask much…
With just under three hours to go in our 24-hour blogathon, it’s critical to remember to stretch and move to maintain flexibility and alertness. Whether you have chosen Track A (alcoholic) or Track B (bore) routes to your Blogathon experience, at this point you should be capable of running through several of the following yoga poses as you are waiting for your post to upload.
Zeus is my homeboy! Me and my crew are hangin at Workspace, chillin, bloggin, rockin, poppin and lockin…
Well, all that Blogathon energy concentrated in one place? Something was bound to happen. It was as inevitable as the dumbest kid in the horror movie suggesting they follow the trail of blood into the basement. But, like, postitive. So no vampires or anything, if you don’t count me and Raul, who are nocturnal in the extreme.
So, since we had a powerful positive energy vortex building here on the Downtown EastSide, itself a powerful energy vortex, something was bound to happen.
And did.
After that was over, we had this:
And here is Mojave, posing with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, just out of frame.
We bloggers are a spontaneous, touchy-feely bunch, but after the wormhole created by the energy vortex closed, swallowing UncleWeed, we quickly recovered and got right back to posting for Blogathon. I mean, it’s not like we don’t still have the Tardis.