I DID see this guy walking through Montmartre, of all places that could not possibly be trite for him to be walking through.
I saw no Beirut doing a “Takeaway Show” on this very corner.
I saw no triplets.
Barcelona: Paris en espanol? Possibly.
It’s real pretty here. And stuff.
Hola Sevilla.
Basketball, free weights, cardio, aerobics, 2hrs parking, nutrition, AND yoga? Everything I don’t want in one place!
Why did no one inform me there was a second Marcel the Shell? Why?
My sketch of Markus (smoke and a coke)
Genius.
It’s like the internet exists to make me dislike the things around me. I’ve NEVER had an opinion about the stairs I use on a daily basis. But now, thanks to the internet, I hate… nay, LOATH them. All of them. All of them that are not made out of extremely expensive salvaged wood.
Martha’s been creating quite a line of cool, simple, affordable jewelry and throwing them up for sale on her ol’ Etsy. If’n you’re into that sorta thing, I’d recommend a browse.
…except this sign.
And I thought I had seen the last of ASCII porn a couple years ago. Here’s to a Renaissance.