After we parked maribou went to say hello to a little kitty hanging out in the parking lot. Even though kitty had matted hair and seemed like a lost kitty the kitty had a bell collar around her neck so I reckon the kitty has a home where she's loved and wanted but she doesn't get to visit there very often or doesn't want to visit very often. maribou was bugging Jaybird to take kitty home so Chumky would have someone to keep her company.

Instead of dinosaurs the fair presented Warner Brothers cartoon characters made out of sand. I thought it was a cute display but in the back of my mind I wasn't entirely thrilled considering all the shilling these characters have been used for in commercials.

This was the coolest bird at the fair. A little scrapper who reminded me of a little dinosaur. He paced around his cage much to my irritation since I wanted to get a good photo of him. He wasn't for sale nor was there any information about his species.

I took this picture after eating a funnel cake getting sugar all over one of my ubiquitous black t-shirts. Before I took the picture I asked Jaybird if I had any powdered sugar in my beard because the picture wouldn't have been that good if I just had the powdered sugar on my shirt but not on my face in one fashion or another.

The first thing I noticed were the boobies. Up close I saw all the hearts with all the heart references and I thought this was a pretty cool piece. The other art was just okay, jingoistic post-9/11 stuff or arty-farty stuff trying to be deep but those messages were deep back when one was fifteen years old and everything was so new and original because you never heard it before and you're the VERY FIRST PERSON to think of it.

This piece was pretty cool though it made me wonder if Puzur is thinking about creating a sculpture of a woman made entirely out of women's shoes.

This is the picture that I took of Jaybird and maribou to send back to my father so he knew what the folks upstairs looked like and could put a face to the names when I email him. While we were waiting for maribou to rendezvous with us we were talking about being unable to dream and how when Jaybird doesn't dream he starts hearing conversations about fifteen feet away behind a thick curtain. While he was talking I was trying to take a picture of him on the sly but each time I thought I was perfectly aimed the picture ended up being the ceiling. Maybe I was aimed directly at him and he's a figment of my imagination or he was being sly as well noticing my attempt and ducking out of the way once he saw my finger go over the shutter button.

This is Norman. He's a sleepyhead and he's all overtired from being petted and getting attention all day from stupid hairless apes. Good lord leave me alone it's bad enough I'm right across from the Mexican cover band and I have to hear mommy low really loud when the people who pay to milk her have cold hands.

Norman's all tuckered out and cranky and he can't be bothered to acknowledge the existence of the fat, hairy guy taking his picture for posterity's sake.