The Laconic Inkdrop

"He that uses many words for the explaining any subject doth, like the cuttlefish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink." John Ray

Moving Day

I’m beginning the process of moving all my blogs and jewelry/accessory info to Tumblr. I’m interested in too many things to have a separate blog for each of them. I don’t think I’ll disable this blog, but there will not be any new posts here. They’ll all go onto my Tumblr blog, The Laconic Inkdrop –>

The yellow flower there I made. ^_^

The Clumsy Juggler

With the money I made off a couple of textbook rentals, I bought this:

and this:

I’m supporting two start-up crafty shops. Best impulse buys ever.

Check out more awesome pump accessories at The Hanky Pancreas and more awesome general accessories at the Ever Just Curious Zibbet shop.

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I Have Joined the Ranks of the Gainfully Employed

I have a job at a daycare center (which I will not be blogging about because one can never take enough precautions about children, privacy, and keeping them safe). However, I haven’t run out of things to say about my generation, unemployment, job-hunting, and just society in general. So I will blog on with little change to this site’s purpose.

Soldier on, comrades. Soldier on.

“Thrift, thrift, Horatio!”

Three weeks ago, a proprietor at our local thrift store asked if I’d be willing to help out as they were rearranging, throwing away, and restocking the store. My top five discoveries I will share with you.

.A drunken hobo rag doll. I was unable to take an actual picture, unfortunately. This is my best artistic rendering via Microsoft Paint. Also, he may or may not have had bloodshot eyes. I may have blocked my memory of it too well.

Half a Menorah? A little shalom in the home* for your favorite huntsman, maybe?

*I’m not racist. Shut your face.

Tom Selleck IS … The Barbequer

…wait for it…

It’s either a tripod candle-holder or a ringless glass dog bell.

Or even better, Sherlock Holmes’ little memorabilia of the Hound of the Baskervilles case. During October, he could light a crimson red votive for a while, then quickly flip it over, extinguishing the flame and voila! A darling, bloody touch to the Halloween décor.

Then . . .

“Happy mother’s day mom. Hope you injoy wats insid there. Happy mothe’s day again.”

. . . amid the double-take WTH moments and asthma attacks from dust flying, you find something like this. And you kinda wish you knew the story behind it.

For once, the spelling police will withhold her snark and let this slide.

Ubiquitous #1

Starbucks and Apple should buy shares, stocks, or whatnot in Instagram. Surely the phenomenon has transcended word-of-mouth publicity and become all out advertising. There has to be money-making potential here, I just know it.



“But how can I describe my softly gleaming latte art strategically juxtaposed with my Mac that I bought from THE SYSTEM I protest via Facebook and Twitter? HOW?”