So I’ve been a little remiss in updates. Not for lack of crap, that’s for sure. Let’s say it was a well-deserved break for springy ceremonial holidays, with blood of gefilte and easter bunny stew. That, and I keep forgetting to charge the battery in the camera.

In the meantime, here’s some tile, of the edging or dividing variety. Scott just had this idea for a way fancy tub, whose incongruity in a Crapshack is just the sort that sits well with me, so maybe this tile can line that. Or maybe it belongs around a flower bed or cozy secret-garden bench. Hell, it beats me… I’m the sort that’d use it to spell out highly offensive words on the ceiling. And I may not be good at a whole lot, but I’d be willing to bet money that the offensive words I know are the most offensive words there are.

Speaking of money, on popular request, I’ve added a donation link at the side. If you really want to send us some Crapshack Bucks, and you just can’t sleep till you do, I’m no longer going to stop you. But if you really want to send some, you’d better send a whole lot.

How it got here: this, too, is from Paula’s Collection of Crap. What I’ve discovered in the first month or two of crap collection is that it’s really to nobody’s advantage but yours to hook up with benefactors with exquisite taste. One day I’ll post some of the other artifacts from Paula, and you’ll see that even the dropcloths are shiny and gorgeous.