I have no idea why I like this pic so much...
The old Chicago lakefront. Slowly being replaced by vast... flat ....stretches of concrete.
Something you'll all love.
Obscene Interiors .....a collection of real online male personal ad photos and a critique of the naive interior decorating exposed therein......often-nude figures have been laboriously obscured. (safe for work)
See, I told you they were only napping...
My latest pipedream
1967 Bluebird Wanderlodge
(I really have to come up with a savekaryn.com kind of scam so I can buy one of these beauties)
John C Reilly
Peoria is one hell of a town. Nice people, good pie and best of all cheap junk. The whole reason I went out to central Illinois was to see if I could buy good antiques at farm auctions. I wanted to try it out as a test for the upcoming roadtrip. Ya know what, it worked. I hit three country auctions and was able to get some awesome crapola for pennies on the dollar. I filled the truck with goodies and met some awesome country folk along the way. Everyone I met was as nice as can be.... even the lady who went out of her way to point out the location of the local church. (So I didn't have any problem finding it on Sunday .... I must look like a heathen). I was only asked a couple of times if I was "from the city".
I think this is one way I can make some moolah on the trip.
Sorry about the lack of updates. I'm in freaking Peoria.
Check out this fine motorhome.
Man oh man.
Over the holidays I got a couple of emails that made me smile.
The first was a reaction to a photo I posted which featured a black santa claus.
The second is from Lorelei and really sums up the feel of christmas.
"I had to tell you this story. I saved the picture "throne" to my desktop and just
left it there for the last few days. I was curious if my kids (son 9 and daughter 8)
would notice it and if they did what would they say. (We live in a predominantly
Caucasian neighborhood with a sprinkling of various ethnic groups.)
Last night my son asked about the picture on my computer. My daughter chimed in and told him he has dark skin. My son said to her that he didn't know Santa had dark skin. My daughter in her small voice said he is magic but she thinks maybe he always has dark skin. All my son said was, "Hmm, in the mall he only has white skin". Ron, I could have cried. I never said a word the entire time and they came to theconclusion themselves. There was no judgment, doubt or misunderstanding.
He was just Santa.
I am trying very hard to raise my children with not just a tolerance but a love for
all humanity. I don't want them to see a man and see colour. I want them to just see
I have spent a lot of time teaching them about what happens when we see a fellow
human being as less then ourselves but some things just can't be taught in words but
Thanks for the picture."
I have family
Many long since gone
Sometimes when I'm sleeping
Some sing a song
Even the pets we used to keep
Although I no longer live there,
I hear them creep
Little dogs and cats crawl and
Sleep at my feet
in the bed in
I hear their animal murmurs
and their drooling, and their purrs
comes to stroke my forehead
Thinking I have fever
And then another (i know it is)
It's almost a fight, because
I see no one, but
It's Holiday, and
Who wants to be unnoticed?
I am so lucky
I have two spirits fighting over me.
More design ideas....
During my search for a motorhome I've also been looking for design ideas. I want the inside of the camper to reflect the essence of Bighappyfunhouse.
My question is - is this it?
Man, if I don't find a motorhome soon this is going to be my future.
How the hell can I scan photos on a trike?
An update on the search for a decent motorhome/airstream trailer. I'm headed to central Illinois this week to look at a vintage Barth motorhome. It's got a new engine and has had a ton of work done to it.
Cross your fingers.
A long time ago I lived with someone who was always looking in the fridge.
I think it was some mild form of OCD.
He's just stand there staring into the fridge for what seemed like ten minutes.
He never found anything.
Or took anything out.
An hour later he'd be back.
He also liked to to play Money by The Flying Lizards
Every morning when he woke up.
I decided to get my own place.
Man, I hate the word smock. for some reason I also hate the words slacks and blouse.
One of the keys to happiness is to do the little things that make a difference.
When drinking or smoking, always extend the pinkie.
Man, have I been looking at some seriously crappy motorhomes. Time to rethink the rv thing and go a little different.
Say it with me kids ......"V-i-n-t-a-g-e T-r-a-i-l-e-r" . Oh yeaaaaa.
I think I'm going to get a used Airstream trailer like this one.
You can buy it for me if you're so inclined. (or you just won the lottery).
Hey, if I'm going to go white trash, why go half-way?
I wonder how hard it would be to plastic cover the entire inside of the motorhome?
Across the world New Years Day signals change. With an eye towards the future, we raise a glass and say;
"This year will be different"
"This year will be better"
"This year I will live the life I've always wanted"
We make our resolutions. There are small resolutions made and then there are big ones.
I've decided to make a big one.
Life is a gift that we all tend to overlook. The moments pass by and you realize that there is so much more that you could be doing but yet you continue to follow a path without questioning where it leads. You walk by a fountain on your way to work and ask yourself "Why can't I sit down and put my feet in the water and enjoy the afternoon." You smile to yourself and head towards the entrance of your office building. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe then.
Bighappyfunhouse has been a blast to run. It's awesome knowing that every day there's a couple of thousand people who stop by to see the found photos, wonder about the free pie and leave a comment or two. I feel like I have friends I've never met.
There are times I'd like to get to know some of you. Stop by and visit. Go out for pie. Show some (found) home movies in the living room. Go bowling. Wouldn't that be a blast?
By making tomorrow today.
Saint Augustine said "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page."
In the spirit of old Saint Auggie comes this resolution. I'm selling all my crap, buying a motorhome and spending the next year traveling the US and visiting some of you. It's something I've wanted to do for sometime now.
I'll be planning a route over the next couple of weeks. If you want to host a home movie show, go bowling or go get some pie, drop me an email and I'll add you to the map.
I'm also looking for an rv - camper- motorhome that I can turn into a rolling Bighappyfunhouse (eeek). So if your grandpa has decided to sell his motorhome, let me know. If that same grandpa has an incontinence problem, it's probably not a motorhome I'm interested in buying. I'm going to be looking for one over the next couple of weeks so there's plenty of time to find that vintage
moneypit motorhome that I'll call home.
Don't worry, I'll still keep Bighappyfunhouse up and running (laptop w/wireless broadband).
A good friend of mine (who is no longer with us) once told me "Everyday above ground be happy. "
I'm going to go be happy.