Posts Tagged ‘jellyfish don’t pay rent’

October 16, 2009

I’m making homemade Nutella and bacon jam for Xmas presents. This stuff sounds good, too:

Jolene would clearly be a welcome resident of CampCamp!


I hate that Day of the Dead stuff is gaining popularity


(because that inherently means I have to ditch it, and wait around, to say, “Oh yeah, I was into their first album/them ten years ago.”), but I do like this dress – wouldn’t in hell pay that much for it, I can guarantee anything in a package is going to be itchy (100% polyester) and sucky and ill-fitted (they always run small), but I like the idea, esp. the viel. And her eye make-up.


And lastly, my new bookmark (gave me the link to that costume) is Skulls and Bacon, from which I give you:

Maple Bacon Shake

This weekend, last year, I was having the time of my life…for reals.


Last year, I gained a posse!

This weekend, this year, reality drives home (literally, from Army school) and a long…but hopefully not too cold, winter begins.


June 19, 2009

Serious tents, this time. Not like last time.

I’m eyeballing this teepee:


But I fear it’d be too flimsy. Not a lot of reviews for it, or pictures detailing set-up.  I do have a tent, an actual tent, not the EZ Up but it is “The Bastard.” A pain to set up, and it’s an all-mesh dome with a rain-fly that prevents any sort of breeze.

I saw a pop-up thing at Sportsman’s Warehouse a la:

But I need to go back and see how it ties down.  And what the roomage is like. I was just joking, when I first saw it – I wasn’t going to the playa, yet.

I’m curious about these pop-ups.  I got the EZ Up because I hated dealing with poles (and it was on sale, and is so freakin’ EZ!) and all the rolling up and stuff.

I’m not even sure this comes with the floor, though. And “Sand pockets along the bottom for stability?” Like, there’s pockets, and I’m supposed to put sand in them? It claims to be 3-season (I’m still not sure what that means, really).

One of my all-time favourite burners camps in this tiny little thing, and I just fear I would be miserably cramped and claustrophic. Plus, I can’t afford the hundreds of dollars those Keltys n’shite cost.