There have been a lot of essays and musings this summer about the Mental Load women carry. I think this comic nicely encompasses the scenario. For me, the Mental Load is right up there on the list of reasons I will never have a wedding. Also, it’s nice to have a term for something I feel acutely.
Also. Justin Klump! Did you send them the wrong photo? It’s the most logical explanation for what’s going on here. Why would your promo photo not show your whole face?
Recently, the Portland City Council decided it wouldn’t kick in the usual amount of funding for the Oregon Symphony’s Waterfront concert. This caused the concert to be cancelled.
Here is one man’s take on the situation.
My friend Sue was in town for NCECA (National Council on Education for Ceramic Arts) and we went to gallery shoes. Aside from seeing my friend Sue (not pictured) a lot of very good ceramic art, (also not pictured) I enjoyed this sweatshirt.
I think what I love most about this sign is it’s use of “cherished” when the staff probably felt not-at-all-charitable to the patrons who tracked snow all over the theater.
Portlanders. We’re not that good at snow.
This is an article by the Pecks, who are our local home-and-yard columnists. They were replacing the counter top to their island with their help of their neighbor.
I was amused at their uniformity in clothing. Apparently, everyone got the black-and-white flannel memo.
As part of a US Department of Justice settlement, my company is conducting a survey of the Portland Police and their community relations.
We sent a postcard giving residents the option of filling out the survey online. That was followed up by a paper copy of the survey, complete with postage-paid return envelope.
This respondent wasn’t having any part of our postage-paid return envelope. They supplied their own. The return address moniker amused me.
I’ve been swimming at the Portland State University Pool and today they had this warning up.
I’m dying to know how many non-text-based people were showering when the fire drill happened.
Apparently all your tour trucks match.
Paul McCartney is in town for a show tonight.
I loved also discovering this mini-bike attached to the back of the truck below. Plus, it reminded me of the time in high school that a bunch of us loaded into Cindy’s family Jeep Wagoneer (aka the Jalapeno Wagon) and drove up and down the Interstate talking to truckers on the CB radio. Lori was really good at it, taking the handle Cotton Candy. We convinced a trucker to stop for a late dinner at the Flying J truck stop with six lovely ladies who all wanted to meet him. He laughed so hard when he saw a table full of giggling under-aged girls waiting for him. Then he sat down and we had a very nice chat about his truck driving life. He liked driving trucks better than the desk job he had before.
Changing logos into faces since 1919. (maybe)
In fact, I was aggressively avoiding going to the grocery store while I was reading this comic. I went though. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.