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neck; india ink on math paper, 6.25 x 9.25 inches.

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Some scenes I've seen lately ...

• A guy in full construction worker gear – hard hat, boots, tool belt, heavy jeans, quilted vest – running, full out, down the sidewalk.

• About a thousand people, everywhere, all the time, walking along with their cell phone held out in front of them like a wand, madly thumbing little buttons. Meanwhile, I can't even talk on my home phone while the radio is on.

• Grey jeans. A girl in grey jeans. I have not seen grey jeans in twenty years, I'm sure. I was *shocked*.

* Sweat pants with piano keys printed up the side of one leg. This is the return of a decidely *less* awesome idea.

• Two boys in suits, going into a comic store. Despite the white sneakers, I thought they looked rather sharp.

• Guy in motorcycle jacket who does not own a motorcycle. Obviously. In fact, we're pretty sure you don't even have a job.

• A woman so bow-legged that I saw the space between her knees before I saw her. She was like a Dr. Seuss character. A Wobbly Gobbly.

• A front door spray-painted (in red, at least) with an expletive that rhymes with "duck sue". I preferred to imagine the angry crash of a romance instead of just some mindless vandalism. And then it stayed there for two days.

• I've had a jean jacket for many years now, and I've never thought of decorating it with a Mötley Crüe, 'Theatre of Pain' iron-on decal. How do I feel about this oversight? I do not know.

• A Confederate flag used as a curtain. But what ever happened to the skeleton-on-the-battlefield version? Will the South *ever* rise again?

• Port Hope, through the windows of a bus. Pretty.

• Belleville, through the windows of the same bus. Should be carpet bombed. Immediately.

• The demise of a local health store specializing in colonic irrigations. Poor C ... she wept when she heard this. Maybe we can get you a home kit, I said.
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  1. Erika Lee @ A Tiny Rocket1:33 pm

    anytime i go into a busy place at like 10 am and see a ton of people- i think to myself do any of these people have jobs.

    I think you are obsessed with jackets and jean :)

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  2. Artfulife4:32 pm

    My daughter has a pair of greyish skinny pants, hand me downs from my super tiny much younger sister (she's 16) & I will tell you how shocked I am that I've allowed her to wear them, lol! Thanks for stopping by my blog. You are an amazing artist!

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  3. Kay9:12 pm

    your observations crack me up..I wonder where the guy in construction was running full out to?

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  4. Kim Hambric9:09 am

    I can't believe you could spot my bow-leggedness from so far away. Perhaps my legs would look better in gray jeans.

    Thanks for the observations -- it is raining heavily here and I have no interest in going out to observe anything.

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