Let’s face it, I’m totally blocked, creatively. Part of that is that I suck as a builder, unless I bother to put the time in it, and I haven’t lately (“Yeah, yeah, excuses. Rezz a box.”). Part of that is that I lack confidence in doing a good enough job at it (“get ahold of yourself! Buck up!”). Part of it is that I’m not that creative – I’m more a “follow the recipe” person rather than a “follow through on an idea and just GET IT DONE” person. But I do take pretty good pictures now and then, give…

…o… then the open road beckoned on Routes 9 and 10, so I rode various zombiemobiles owned by AnnMarie Oleander/Otoole/OSomething, notorious vehicle spammer/scripter. The steam roller was pretty good, actually; it mowed right through the ice cream truck (I HATE THE ICE CREAM TRUCK) and the school bus (hate that one too). But it met its match in the Trojan Horse and got knocked catty-wampus pointing in the wrong direction. I couldn’t get it to reverse direction, so I went on with one of my own vehicles (the redoubtable Xcentricity H8wheel) for a while. Had to sneak down the side…