Space-mug will not hold your drink. No no.
Space-mug will not hold your drink. No no.

In a sense, this is part of the broad family of “mugs what we bought at the Renaissance Festival.” In a broader, more real, sense it’s in the vast bin that is tragic ceramics. It might also be made by the same artist that made the moai, but that’s conjecture. The mugs came from space. […]

Nine little pustules
Nine little pustules

Well, maybe they aren’t pustules. but maybe they are. When I saw this row of whatever the hell they were, I had two thoughts: “oh, someone had their vintage raw pizza dough collection mounted,” or “…we need to see a dermatologist. Now, preferably.” Color-corrected slices of infected tonsil, prepared for classroom discussion? Rejects from a […]

Tiny Pebbles
Tiny Pebbles

Only the specialest of special flowers. So often when I visit Goodwill’s art deparment I find myself flashing back to “Close Encounters.” This…this means something. Usually, it means something for the artist, and nobody else. Unless this particular magnum otis meant “I have a bottle of gold fingernail polish and I’m not afraid to use it.” […]

Gaze into pure madness
Gaze into pure madness

…or flavored oil. After spending god knows how many hours in the brik-a-brack section at Goodwill, I no longer am able to distinguish madness from flavored oil. One is pretty much the same as the other, and I’m convinced that deep in the back rooms of World Market there’s a trio of level three projective […]

Your god for the day
Your god for the day

We are not here today to make fun of someone else’s religion. Unless their current manifestation of the divine has HUGE STARING EYES, in which case perhaps we are. Granted, no god translates well as a marionette (unless they already came with an operating cross, and they’re probably tired of that joke, thank you very […]

Stir-fried random
Stir-fried random

A few one-offs I’d been wanting to throw into the mix, but couldn’t really get a context for…anyway, happy filler friday… Hmm. Too much torque on the old cheese slicer :(   …or maybe this was specifically designed for “chees” but that seems unlikely. His head…his head is the same shape as the balloon. He’s […]

It may be some sort of egg?
It may be some sort of egg?

In a sensible universe, you could take the lid off of something like this, fill it with, I don’t know, peanuts, or those cheapie-cheap halloween spider rings or something. No, this was sealed shut, like some sort of weird pod, maybe a bomb, something that explodes in clouds of smoke that spiral like dark cartoon […]

Idle hands
Idle hands

    I wish this was a mystery, it’s not. Somehow, if this was an alien artifact from Dimension 14, it would actually make a little more sense, But jarring color schemes, strange gesticulations, and an odd “I Dream of Jeannie” logo do not an alien culture make, unless 11-year-old girls are an alien culture. […]

Meanwhile in Austin
Meanwhile in Austin

Ragweed, cedar, mold, and apparently cat dander is sweeping in from the north, south, east, west, and exotic directions like “strange” to create a perfect swarm of allergens, and, really, I kind of feel like this. Not so much the part of being covered in brightly colored crepe, but the part of having feathers rammed […]

Drink. Drink deeply.
Drink. Drink deeply.

Few mortals are given the gift of the Mysteries of the Ancient Order of Jellyfish. So take though the sacred chalice of the Moon-Jelly, filled with moon-jelly wine, and raise it to your lips, and drink. Mind thou not the texture, it is supposed to be that way, and the burning sensation, likewise, is to […]