April 20, 2006
April 19, 2006
Pinky Disapproves of Romanticizing the Life of Potatoes in Art
April 18, 2006
April 17, 2006
Pinky Wishes All Food Could be So Blue
April 16, 2006
April 14, 2006
April 13, 2006
Pinky Saw Death
On his recent tour of the South, Pinky passed through Vicksburg Mississippi looking for religion. (Well, at least a religious shrine he has spoken about in previous posts). On his way north through town he noticed a black man in a black leather beret who turned around and looked at Pinky like he knew he was coming.Leaving town, Pinky saw him again. The man stopped on the sidewalk and drilled a hole through Pinky's truck with his death ray vision. Pinky whipped out his camera and took this picture of him, but when it came back from Walgreens, Death wasn't in the picture. (Pinky swears he was right in front of the big pink gorilla.) Go figure. April 12, 2006
Nadine is Back from Rehab
April 11, 2006
April 10, 2006
April 9, 2006
April 8, 2006
April 6, 2006
April 5, 2006
Pinky D's Psychic Pinhole Photography
View From Loretta Lynn's Country Kitchen
This was one of the worst moments of Pinky's Tour of the South. Pinky has a phobia about public restrooms, but nature was calling. There were racist scrawlings and a poorly etched KKK and Confederate flag in the stall. This only added to the horror of the moment. Pinky took this lovely photo after leaving Loretta's place. Manifest destiny dies hard.April 4, 2006
Pinky's Great South Tour
Bucket of Bones
You will never guess where Pinky found these tiny mice bones. On his mission to deliver holy cows to South Carolina for Miss Love, he stopped in Sparta, Tennessee ( he had always heard this his family's ancestral homesite). He found the grave of his great-great-great grandfather whom he was named after. Thomas Hampton Fancher was born in 1799 and was buried in the Old Zion Cemetery near Sparta. After Pinky communed with the spirits, he noticed a huge gnarly tree that must have been there when his ancestors were alive. Around the base were tiny burrows--deep and dark into the roots of the tree. Scattered around these holes were 100's of tiny mouse bones, mainly jaws and skulls. Pinky spent at least an hour gathering these in his little pink bucket, thinking of how many mice had met their maker at this tree of death over the last 150 years. (More about his adventures soon.)
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