Al Marciante. Fine Gentleman and Good Friend.

She books right along behind that thing. She won’t walk on her own, but she’ll run behind the stroller.

Yes. That’s Mary Anne in the cage back there, and yes, Evie put her there.

Relationships perhaps best described as “alternative” commonly develop in situations of communal incarceration.

This is indisputably Mary Anne and Evie’s Hip Hop Shot.

Word, G.

Awww, look… Joel and Kina went and got themselves a baby girl! Lena Maria Andrews, pretty name, pretty girl. Wonder if they got her on sale. We got ours for a good price, and so far we’ve taken offers of up to $1.5mil, but we’re holding out for the real money. It’s a Quality Baby™ we got ourselves, and we don’t intend to let herslip out of our hands lightly! So, consider that when making your offer.

Congratulations, Joel and Kina, welcome Lena Maria. I hear she’s got enough black hair to part, got Kina’s nose and otherwise looks like Joel. Fun stuff, this… Ge-ne-tics.

And now - bring on the diapers! Mary Anne and I did some countin’ up and we figure that I must’ve changed upside of two thousand diapers by now. Cool!

Was it you I used to know?
Can’t you hear me call
On this old HAM radio?

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Amazing! Apparently, pressure on the veins that line the underside of the tongue will cause a dimple to form in the righthand Faceosphere.

You have tasted Forbidden Knowledge. I must now Lenscap you.

No, wait! I have authorization from On High! Here, use my communicator.

“Ok, easy now… get this lined up… ok. When we get this installed and fire her back up, I think we’re looking at a 20-30% increase in available power … and she should run for months without worry. Ok, careful now… let’s ease ‘er right in…”

Places To Go…

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No marigolds in the Promised Land
There’s a hole in the ground where they used to grow

This is for Tanya, still haven’t caught up with her on AIM, maybe she’ll see this first:

Download Evie and Lily

Ha!

A Lowe’s adventure on a hot Florida Saturday morning!

Mary Anne, Trey and Evie struck out for their local hardware ultramegastore - Lome Hepot or Dowe’s or whatever - their intent for to gather materials for various and sundry Saturday projects, including but not limited to:

Some Form Of Mounting-To-Porch-Rail And/Or Standing-Up-Alone Support System For New Porch Umbrella.
Wood Stain, Dark As Possible
Hose Rolley-Uppy-Thing (Not To Be Used For Hoses)
Bathroom Paint

We got ‘em all, ceptin’ the hose rolley-uppy thing, which I wanted to use to manage my XLR cables. XLR cables will cheerfully attach to each other, so you can roll ‘em up in a hose-rolley-uppy thing and unroll and remove as needed. Also, you can test the conductivity of allllll your XLR cables at one time! Have fun figuring out which one isn’t working… anyway! Didn’t get that.

We got two feet of 3″ PVC pipe w/end cap, some textured spraypaint to make it look more like something… else… instead of white PVC, and a big pack of industrial strength black cable ties: rated at 175 pounds each. Yay modern synthetics! So I’m-a-gonna strap that badboy texture-painted tube of PVC to one of the uprights of our back porch rail, and slot that brand spankin’ lovely new wood, rope and canvas deck umbrella right in there. Thanks Grandaddy John! Now, let’s all hope it don’t just tear the rail down when the breeze kicks up.

So about now you’re probably asking yourself “Why did Trey want the wood stain, dark as possible?” Cause he’s a little silly in the head, that’s why. Yay goofy simple projects.

I recently noticed that there are twelve steps up to my studio.

Not all that terribly obvious from this angle.

Makes a bit more sense from here. I’m considering calling my studio “The Octave Up”.

Mmmm… cold beer… Florida sun… sweat running, dripping onto anything below you… mental images of hyper-magnified, brightly reflective sweat droplets falling through the air towards the dark wood far below; trailing swirling, oily vortexes as they plummet through the acrid fumes rising from the stained wood… ending far below in a dark spot on the wood, taken back by the sun within a minute.

… I’d come up with an entry title that made sense.

Granddaddy John and Larissa are here to see us. Those crazy travellin’ kids.

Lily: Hmm. Activity on the early warning radar. Hmm. Wonder what that was. Hmmm. Sunshine!

Evie: Hmm. They must keep the bodies down this chute.
Lilu: Uh-oh. Another pesky human, another potential snag in The Plan. I’d better inform Central.

Lily: Reporting as ordered, ma’am.
Lilu: Glad you’re here, Sergeant. We’ve got to make sure this human doesn’t learn anything detrimental to The Cause… and if it does… we make sure it doesn’t return to report anything. Comprende vou?
Lily: Si, comprende, mi amiga! This calls for action! Now!

*settle down, watch intently*
Lily: this one’s not going anywhere… without me.
Lilu: Good work, mutt. Oh my. I’m terribly sorry. No offense, please, it’s a cat thing.
Lily: Si, cat. None taken. Butterflies!

Dog? What dog? Cat? What cat?

Never let ‘em know what you’re thinking. Hmm. I think that secret door’s around here somewhere… perhaps pushing this chair will activate the mechanism…

Agent Evie Fun Fact#117!: Even as a toddler, she devoured literature at an amazing rate.