Everything's Bigger in Texas

This past weekend I took part in a bit of a family reunion in Texas. And by "family reunion," I mean "carnival of dysfunction." I wouldn't even know where to start blogging about that mess, but I did find some excellent blogworthy material at First Monday Trade Days, where "one weekend every month, a peaceful, friendly East Texas town (population 5,100) turns into THE biggest open-air trade days in the world." Well, that's what they claim happens. In all actuality, one weekend every month, a small town turns into an incubator of fat people on motor scooters buying crap that helps them forget that there are 49 other states. Here are some highlights:

It was seventy five degrees and sunny - the perfect time to wear a plastic rain poncho!

Those Yankees never did get it right, did they?

Isn't a refurbished antique water pump the very first image that comes to mind when you think about Mom?

Because there's no way to get through a large crowd than plowing them over in the tank of scooters.

I may be fake, but my orgasms aren't!

I'm sending this one off to the "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks.

I almost took a picture of the booth that sold Sam's Club sized bulk cat food, but that's more odd than absurd. Anyway, I've got a few more things I'm thinking about blogging about. I just have to do the eleventy billion other things on my list and then maybe I'll free up some time.

- Induced Homomorphism