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Last month I helped fund a kickstarter project: The Decline of Mall Civilization. It’s a book full of 1980′s mall pics. If it weren’t for my favorite 80′s podcast I would have totally missed out. Photographer Michael Galinsky was on an episode of Stuck in the 80′s this summer to wax nostalgic about mall culture and talk about his new book. My copy will be arriving soon.

“…ain’t got nothin’ to do, but roll around heaven all day.” This was the sunset we saw in west Shawnee last night. The smartphone camera never does it justice, but we still snap a photo when it looks like this.

“It’s like being in the upside-down!” That’s how my nieces, Sara, Jane, and Mary Lynn described scuba diving in Beaver Lake last weekend. They were referring to the alternate nether regions of Stranger Things. In the upside-down it’s always dark, visible skin particles float on the air, and if you’re not careful, you might meet a hungry otherworldly being.

There was a certain sound effect I heard on TV when Steve Austin bent steel, lifted a car, or did anything that required herculean strength. It sounded like this. Last week I changed my ringtone from the Galaga theme to that bionic sound effect heard on the old TV show, The Six Million Dollar Man. As I was putting the ringtone on my phone, I remembered the show’s intro- “We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster.” Now the same thing can be said about my phone.

This is what happens when all the drinks are made, all the tables are cleared off, fresh milk is in the ‘frig, and all of the counters are wiped down. I drew a few cartoons at homer’s yesterday. It’s been awhile since I freestyled on a blank page without any provocation. Maybe it’s because my 35th high school reunion is coming up. I drew a lot of cartoons to pass the time in those days. I’m just checking to see what’s left in the arsenal I guess.

The chops from this axe will never cut down a tree. Jenny was going through her pictures last night when she said, “Dave, you gotta see this!” It was from her trip to Wayne last weekend to see Molly and Zeke. On one of her walks with Molly (pictured right) they stopped at a tree with a guitar strapped to the trunk. I asked if there was a story behind it, and she said Molly hasn’t talked to the residents yet, it just looks cool.

Don’t knock on the door because no one’s ever home. There is a house in Johnson County that was built to look like a residence, but it’s actually owned by a public utility company. The house pictured above is at 75th and Nall. It’s a wastewater pumping station. I found out about it through a facebook page that focuses on local neighborhood history. This Prairie Village house was built in 1963.

I took this picture of Jenny before she went out of town for the weekend. We were at a new park that we found last week. It used to be a private country club– but now it belongs to the city and anyone can walk on the grass! It’s relatively close & it has a big hill. I think I’ll climb it one day with some of my musician buddies and play some tunes when no one’s expecting it.

I worked the midday shift at Homer’s yesterday for the first time since I cut my hours back to two days a week. It’s weird to think I used to work that shift every weekday for 4 years. It reminded me of that scene from Rumble Fish where Tom Waits’ character is working behind a counter and talking to himself, “When you’re young, you’re a kid, you got time, you got nothing but time. Throw away a couple of years, a couple of years there… it doesn’t matter. You know. The older you get you say, ‘Jesus, how much I got? I got thirty-five summers left.’ Think about it. Thirty-five summers.”

Yep, that’s Pablo Picasso in a minotaur mask circa 1949, and me wearing a latex horse head 4 years ago. I draw cartoons, Picasso created masterpieces, and apparently we both wear equine headgear– but that’s where our similarities end. Here’s some more info on Picasso according to weird vintage everyday: “Like the mythical bull-man, he was a big beast who could not be tamed and whose animal magnetism attracted women in droves. He carried them back into his labyrinth where he enjoyed them — but could he ever find his way out again? ‘The Minotaur keeps his women lavishly but he reigns by terror and they’re glad to see him killed,’ said Picasso.”