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Blaine gave me a copy of his movie, "Whatever Idiot" for Meghan's Punk Rock Baby Farm diorama

Blaine Reeder Wearing A Russian Shirt Holding Punk Rock Baby Farm Diorama

Okay, now the new trade. Blaine got the Punk Rock Baby farm that Meghan made.

Blaine and his lovely wife, Rhiannon (did I spell that right? I hope so because I'm too lazy to look it up) host the Settlers of Catan festivities most Sundays. I love everything about it except that they make really, really, realy weak coffee. There, I said it.

Punk Rock Baby Farm Diorama

Original Owner: 
Meghan
Diorama Depicting A Farm Where Rebellious Infants Are Raised

Here's Meghan's story about "Punk Rock Baby Farm":

It was in a Safeway parking lot where I had my first notion of the conspiracy. I pulled into an angle spot and as I was gathering up the possessions I would need for grocery shopping, I looked left, out my driver's side window, and into the passenger's side window of a minivan. My eyes fell upon the thin hair of a baby's head - no older than a year.

Only seeing the back of its head, I couldn't figure out if it was a girl baby or a boy baby (as this is always my response when I meet someone new). It must have sensed me looking at it because slowly... very slowly... it began to turn its head toward me. Its eyes were narrowed in a sinister glare which held me frozen for a moment and sucked the breath from my body.

As the baby trapped me in its gaze, it reached around its body and pulled out a switchblade. With precision skill, it flipped open the knife and ran the blade across its tongue. That's when the mother of the baby got back in the car and they began to drive away. And instead of saying, "hey lady! Your baby is from Hell!" or, "hey lady! You know you're supposed to have children up to seven years of age in the back seat, right?" or, "hey lady! You dropped a twenty!" I just sat there. Paralyzed. Not with fear, but with wonder.

I sat there as the minivan drove away, baby eyes following me until they turned the corner. I sat there and watched as someone else pocketed her cash. I sat there in wonder.

And then I knew what I had to do. I had to find the reason - the explanation - to solve the mystery! But first I had to get my groceries. So, after I did that, I spent the next ten years of my life chasing after this baby conspiracy. I know it's hard to believe, but somewhere in the southern region of Melbourne Australia - hidden away by the producers of Lost - is a Punk Rock Baby Farm.

Meghan gave me her Punk Rock Baby Farm diorama for Kelly's Benson and Hedgehogs print

Meghan Hounshell Holding A Kelly Lyles Print With Her Index Finger Extended

For this trade the Benson and Hedgehogs print went to Meghan Hounshell (local stand up comic who is way funnier than me) for the Punk Rock Baby Farm.

Look at the picture. Look at it now!

She really wanted me to "Look over there!" You can tell by the way she's pointing over there. I did look. There was nothing over there. She's funny. She slept on my floor last night. Well, on her air mattress that she keeps under my bed.

Microwave Diorama Love Tester

Original Owner: 
rosalie
Microwave Diorama Love Tester
Microwave Diorama Love Tester
Microwave Diorama Love Tester

The idea to turn the microwave into a diorama changed the face of bARTer Sauce for all eternity (thank you Susan, thank you).

Here is the story as I lived it:

I've had an idea. I think it's a good idea. It will change the scope of Barter Sauce....and THE WORLD. Okay, maybe Seattle.

Well...Okay, maybe it will change 400 people in Seattle.

The First Microwave Ever Made gets turned into a Diorama and bARTer Sauce is BORN!

Microwave Diorama Love Tester

The First Microwave Ever Made wasn't traded for the Love Tester. IT WAS TURNED INTO IT!

Amazing but true!

No pictures of the long and complicated conversion process survived the long and complicated conversion process.

Here is the story as I lived it:

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