Hiya scamps,

September NBC blog is up and at ’em (them as in the precious gnomes who control the Internet).

Also, I discovered 12-year-old, fashion forward blogger Tavi @ Style Rookie today!

photo courtesy of Style Rookie

She makes my heart sing hence the squeal out.

I can’t imagine having started blogging at an earlier age though ask me about journaling, and you’ll need to book at least three weeks ahead of time in order to start absorbing the high-impact volumes of retro-angst alone.

And even if I had discovered blogging early, I’m sure I wouldn’t have had a quarter near the wit and wisdom this little sass attack manages to produce au naturale.

The point is, stroll on over there and at least remember what it’s like to be young. This kid-lady’s got Artist’s Way in the bag.

She’s gotten plenty of good and bad press already so I’m not going to add anything intelligent except that I think she’s delightful. It also sounds like she is occasionally looked at askance in school (7th grade, y’all) for having such modish sensibilities, but then she has crowds of Team Tavi fans all over the world. Imagine having an army of hipsters at your beck and call. The world would be your clove-smoking oyster dive bar.

Finally, my boyfie has this button in his car that is supposed to dispense wiper fluid, but as there is no wiper fluid to distribute, it just makes this sad, howling noise, much like a lost whale or a mourning dinosaur.

The best thing to do, we’ve discovered very recently, is to push the button and dramatically lipsync the part of the melodramatic beast to the dirgelike sound. (Especially when another car commits some wrongdoing. Justice has been served.)

The saddest dinosaur of all
photo courtesy of Flickr and Tommy and Georgie

oxxo,
Secondhand Siren