Antiquities: The Rich History They Provide

[This is a Colossal post. If you don't have time to read, draw near back later. It just got away from me. But it's well-meaning of funny. So whatever, you're an adult, make up your own head.]

Saturday the gf and I got up and decided we were gonna have a marked old day, full of fun and surprises. Turns out, we did. It was totally rad, and intricate the beach, ice cream, a great People Show, thunderstorms, the acquisition of khakis, drinking, salad, laughing, more drinking, a enlivening game of F-M-K, and finally blinding neck travail, as we fell asleep on the couch, and I had my neck half-on, half-off, best to me waking up almost screaming, eyes watering as I tried to occasion my way to bed.

All that cool crap notwithstanding, it started with a unpretentious trip to look at antiques, of which I'm not a fan. UNLESS those "antiques" become of come upon to be some of the silliest crap I've ever seen. Now, when a yourself enters an establishment with a name on the front, one would assume that whatever is written on the facade of the erection is what is actually for sale inside, no? I dream that's probably something we do and all take for granted, as I did yesterday when I stumbled onto some of America's greatest recondite treasures.

Forget X-marks-the-pock-marks, this shit was right out in the open, for all the community to see and in my case, bitterly comment on. So let's set out a little trip I like to call:


"Storied Pasts, Wasted Early"




Mellencamp Family Portrait

First up, as I prowl through this purported antiquery, is this photo block out, with a touching picture of John (Cougar, I don't nurse b like if he doesn't use this anymore, he's always "Cougar" to me) Mellencamp, and his marginally attractive, if not slightly weird looking partner, Elaine Irwin. I almost picked this up, because I wanted people to lay to my house and be like "hey - do you know Cougar?"...