Remember your childhood?

Yeah. Aren't those memories fond? Remember that time your Dad kept you up until midnight making you practice multiplication flash cards because he couldn't accept that the son of an engineer would have trouble with math? Remember the constant fighting between your parents and how everyone would be tense and joyless and take out their anger on you so you played alone in your room with your legos? Remember how you didn't really have any friends because you couldn't really relate to them because they were busily focused on whatever cartoon or toy was awesome at the time and you could only think about how when you got home your sister was going to babysit you and you knew she was going to tickle you until you couldn't breathe and make you watch American Werewolf in London again? Remember that time you stood up to your dad and told him he had gone to far and paid for it with 3 hours of red-faced screaming pressed desperately against the wall trying to avoid the sting of his accusatory finger and inching towards the door? Ah... childhood. Where none of the damage is serious but it's all fucking permanent.

Goodbye people. I'm signing out.

The photo blog is still going and LOCI will continue when I figure out how to do it once pownce shuts down.

Whackly has left the building.

Who are these guys?

This picture was recently rediscovered during our Thanksgiving pilgrimage back to the ole family homestead. We haven't changed a bit have we?!? Whackly, contrary to popular belief, my Mom didn't draw any devil horns on you or anything!