What he realised, and more clearly as time went on, was that money-worship has been elevated into a religion. Perhaps it is the only real religion–the only really felt religion–that is left to us. Money is what God used to be. Good and evil have no meaning any longer except failure and success.
—George Orwell, Keep the Aspidistra Flying
[344/365] Old fixture + insulation + duct tape + paint = perfect.
[342/365] Mikey tries to out-Betsy-Ross Alyx, with her Rusty Needle flag.
[341/365] Mikey “I Can’t Believe These Prices” Buckner.
[340/365] First snow of the season!
[339/365] A new computer, after a full decade’s wait.
[338/365] Peeking hyacinth.
[337/365] After a full day of yardwork at the new house.
[336/365] New dance craze: The Satellite Zap!
[335/365] Mikey “Floppy Face” Buckner.
[334/365] Midnight muffin.
[333/365] Alyx doesn’t even care about being big money.
[332/365] Mikey “Tubular” Buckner.