I haven't yet been able to get the thumbnail thing figured out. Someday soon. Too, I posted about thirty of them before I figured out that I have to get them sized exactly right. Which would be easy enough if the serial number hadn't expired on my bootlegged copy of Photoshop.


On the pier at Santa Monica, there are endless terrible trinkets.

These are the paparazzi. Aren't they sweet?

Amy Millan, from the band Stars, onstage in Orlando.