I felt moved, on my way back from work, to scribble up a "Love x Machine Guns" tee-shirt. Click to enlarge.
I learned a lesson today-- I have two overhead projectors in the back of my car. My Sweets and I won them at an auction for $4 apiece, and we have a plan to use them to project a sweet stencil onto the wall to trace. Well, today, I parked my car in a nice, sunny lot and went to the bank. I came back to my car and threw the literature they'd given me in the back seat, on top of one of the projectors. Then I pounced off to the grocery to pick up some lint rollers, because I'm wearing a lot of black lately, and my cat is white... and sheds like she's got a deadline.
I came back to my car, and saw a guy with a puppy. I thought, "Man-- I can't wait til it's summer. --sniff, sniff-- wow, somebody's roasting marshmallows or something, it smells delicious out here! --in here!!!" I suddenly became aware that my car was completely filled with smoke. I took a panicked inventory and saw a tasty little fire brewing in my backseat. My first thought was that someone had broken into my car and started a fire in there, but no, my own laziness, an overhead projector and some solar serendipity worked together to create a little ambience in the back of my ride.
I grabbed the papers and threw them outside into a puddle, but geez-- if I'd spent more time in the magazine section contemplating Mariska Hargitay's supposed bikini fails then I might be looking up bus routes now.
Projectors. Who knew?
Yours a la flambe,