So today at lunch I went to Michaels in search of the materials to make this bracelet. I've hardly ever been inside that store, and walking in today reminded me why: the selection of stuff I like, real raw craft materials like needles and yarn, is pathetically thin on the ground. Instead they've got acres of premade foo-foo crap like fake flowers (easily enough fake flowers to cover a football field), nasty little baskets and fake-Shaker boxes for tole painting, day-glo doll-size nylon feather boas, and polyester resin cherub planters for the garden (who am I kidding? they're for the fake flowers). It's enough to induce dry heaves. It's like walking into a supermarket that sells nothing but Lunchables, Dole Fruit-n-Gel, E-Z Cheeze, and potted meat.
I started to wonder, What Would Aguirre Do? I'm pretty sure that if Don Lope de Aguirre as played by Klaus Kinski walked into a Michaels, with all the benefits of modern technology, he wouldn't hesitate to take a flamethrower to the place. He's just that kind of a carefree character, unencumbered by hobgoblins of conventional morality. It kind of made me sorry that armaments are so expensive and inconvenient to come by, because a smoking hole in the ground is better than any Michaels.