Trying so desperately not to use the word "urine"
I'm sorry there's been so much whine whine piss piss whine "my poor fucking brain!" around here lately. But I'd like to make up for it, if possible, by using this post to tell a story within a story.
The larger part of the story is that I am a huge dork, and have a real though undiagnosed sickness that makes me purchase, pose, and photograph plastic figurines. You thought it was just Gumby? Oh, no. No no no. You only think that because I haven't yet whipped out my Babylon 5 collection.
But wait, I've found something even more infantile, if possible. They are called Homies, and there is a machine full of them at the laundromat where I go to forget to put soap in my wash.
And now, I will tell the smaller but more interesting story with visual aids. I like to call it Death Crashes the Zoot Suit Riot:
UPDATE: Apparently I am not the only Homies-obsessed blogger, as Mr. Bloggerific Himself has demonstrated with the following photo, which was sent to me of his own free will and not as a result of an elaborate blackmail scheme:
The larger part of the story is that I am a huge dork, and have a real though undiagnosed sickness that makes me purchase, pose, and photograph plastic figurines. You thought it was just Gumby? Oh, no. No no no. You only think that because I haven't yet whipped out my Babylon 5 collection.
But wait, I've found something even more infantile, if possible. They are called Homies, and there is a machine full of them at the laundromat where I go to forget to put soap in my wash.
And now, I will tell the smaller but more interesting story with visual aids. I like to call it Death Crashes the Zoot Suit Riot:
UPDATE: Apparently I am not the only Homies-obsessed blogger, as Mr. Bloggerific Himself has demonstrated with the following photo, which was sent to me of his own free will and not as a result of an elaborate blackmail scheme:
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:15 PM
20 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
First!
The Cherry Poppin' Daddies wouldn't be so thrilled with the Death part. That's all I'm sayin'.
Second!
I am laughing at the Death Crashes the Zoot Suit Riot. That's all I'm sayin'.
I wanna play!
(Check your email, please.)
Come on, you know you wanna guest post! PWEASE LET ME PWAY?!
Rock is dead.
Long live paper-scissors.
Mr. B - check the update at the end of the post!
Yeah! Bucky!
Bet you can't guess which part of that image inspired my son to say, "Daddy? Can you help me open my Nun?"
(I have no idea who the hippy in the back is, or how he got there.)
Buckster! My nephew is complete Homies fanatic. I think he has every damn one of 'em. You and Mr. B.are cool.
And Mr B. - any kid that says "can you help me open my nun" gets MY vote.
Those two fetching fellows in the black capes are kinda snazzy.
In that stalk you in the dark steal your soul kind of way.
Hey! I really like the figures and the photography! You did a great job, Bucky. BTW, to you have a figurine of Jim Morrison?
I've never seen these! I love them! No need for urine when you have homies.
to quote Jay in a wonderful movie which I am sure you will all know - "where do you get these wonderful toys? mwa!"
I like-a da toys.
I'm worried about you.
Love it! Death died!
One of the lab rats in the mega days of DIAL-UP used to do a lot of modem testing. We had only a few lines at the time so to alert all in the office that he needed us to leave the damn phone lines alone, he would announce:
"Test call!"
One day, I just couldn't hold the laughter in. He actually had to have me explain what I was laughing about.
There's just nothing funnier than an overweight balding, bearded dude yelling out TESTICLE!
Bucky, love your story (told in pictures!)
Sad ending though.
Um, I tagged you, if you're innarested.
Oh my God...is that Shaggy in the background???
Shaggy rules!
Long live Scooby Snacks!
Yep, that's Shaggy.
I may beforced to do the line-up of Baby Buddas.
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