We can blame the ensuing silliness on Roxane, of Roxane’s Days.
Because Roxane gave me the gift card.
Cause I caught the Dire Straits quote.
I knew being a dateless brain in high-school would pay off someday.
And people may or may not know that I got a shiny new iPhone.
This is BlogHer’s fault.
Cause BlogHer gave me the gift card.
Which I won in a drawing about my embarassing 80’s fashion moments.
I knew being a ridiculously dressed dateless brain in high-school would pay off someday.
So with my spiffalicious gift card, I have been buying apps for my shiny new iPhone.
I bought Hipstamatic.
I may need to go into rehab.
And I will talk about how Roxane and BlogHer were my enablers.
What Nimbus would look like as a hip 60’s rocker:
What Himself looks like as nearly 50 rocker.
Retro Cat is Retro:
They just don’t make stop signs like they used to.
The cool lotus sculpture dreams in antique colors.
Self Portrait, or “I Wish My Arms Were Longer.”
The perfect end to a day in any decade.
And since at this moment Himself is engaged in Act II of the Epic Battle Dry Rot Gulch and I can’t help in any useful way, and I am done cleaning, spackling and laundrifying, I get to take a few moments and enrich your lives with High Art.
So consider yourselves enriched.