Brette and Nina on the broken bridge to nutabithia

oh Brette, where are we? this doesn't look right at all.

i don't know Nina. we were supposed to be at the golden orange bridge of nutmeg and somehow we've ended up at crap mountain.

how did we get here Brette? did you find a recipe and make up a five gallon bucket without testing it first and then glaze an entire kiln load of pots with it?

of course not Nina-i'm no dumb-shit

then how did we get here Brette?

Nina i can only guess that we've ended up at the mountains of poop because we have spectacularly bad luck and always get the shaft. that and maybe something has changed with my yellow ochre. that is the only thing i can think of, except when i tested again with the old yellow ochre it still didn't look right, which leads me to believe it might be my new batch of clay.


oh brette, what should we do now?

i think we should eat chocolate, drink beer, eat a grilled cheese sandwich and chips and feel sorry for ourselves for now Nina.

i like your style Brette.

Two new friends

At the dump today, huddled together within the rubble I found these two world adventurers. They were stranded and needed a ride and so I offered to help. After spending a moment with them I discovered that their names were Brett and Nina.

Brett and Nina spent much of the morning with us and then it was time for them to go. We dropped them off at a place where they thought they might have luck catching their next ride. They thanked us for our hospitality and we waved goodbye. I was sad to see them go.


I hope I haven't heard the last from Brett and Nina. I have a feeling I haven't. Good luck Brett and Nina!