A brief interlude.

Well, a brief post, anyway. I burned my finger making lunch (the sad thing is, I was using the microwave!) and it kind of hurts to type, so today I'm going with a picture that can speak for itself;



(I apologize for any nightmares this may cause.)

I don't speak the language.

Can anyone translate wtf this says? Because I gotta know what's supposed to be going on here.

Yes, those prices are for real.

The folks at this estate sale wanted 12 dollars for the evil thing on the right.



I snagged a sweet set of vintage-looking Mickey Mouse salad utensils for four bucks, though. Which was the only good buy in the place - everything else was ultra-expensive, and most of it wasn't that nice. Also they really liked clowns; they were everywhere!

Look out, Dad's been drinking again!

He'll beat your ass.

They're everywhere!

The thing about clowns: they're sneaky. Even when a room appears clown-free, you never know where one might be lurking. For example, inside a box of baby wipes:



Thanks to sender-inner Stacey for alerting me to this horrid truth: a clown can hide anywhere.

iClown

Confession time: I love iCarly. I'm 15-20 years older than the target audience, but this show is freaking hilarious.




If you want to know why a pasty kid has a clown painted on his gut, pick up the first set of DVDs. Seriously, it's funny.

Truth in humor.

Once again, a bit behind on finding actual clowns for you guys, so I'm offering up a chart from one of comedian Demitri Martin's shows.



Hard to argue with it.

I return.

Sorry for being AWOL for a couple of weeks. Been busy. A bit busy to do a proper clown search, actually, so...who wants a still from The Office?



I'm kind of over the whole Jim/Pam thing, but I kind of wish his parents would tell us the story behind the load-bearing clown print.