I <3 Bones.
Hey baby, come here often?
Ahhh! Murray, run! There's pink wobbly vermin everywhere! This is worse than the fucking meteor!!
Oh GOD, did you SEE Etta's thighs these days? Thunerbeast, indeed!!!
Heheheheheee.
Bones are comic gold.
So obviously I went to a museum or something yesterday. Two, actually, the La Brea Tar Pits and The Natural History Museum, neither of which I'd ever been to before. VERY COOL. I love learning about stuff. The NHM had an exhibition about The Bog People, from the peat bogs of Ireland and The Netherlands and Germany, places like that. People were killed in violent and possibly ritualistic ways and tossed in the bog where a complete lack of oxygen preserves their bodies as well if not better than mummification. Teeth, hair, leathery skin, clothing...everything's there. There we lots of artifacts too, also tossed in the bogs for rituals and whatnot. The bogs are so ordinary-looking too. When I think of a bog I think of some dark, hidden, jewelled mossy wet hole in the middle of a forest. These look like boring ol' wetlands. Which leads me to wonder what's in the bottom of the wetlands, particularily around places like L.A.
L.A. has the weirdest socio-ecosystem. It's like the human race has been subdivided into social species. I don't quite knonw how to describe it, but it's what you see when they close a perfectly normally maintained McDonald's down and the next day it's entirely covered in grafitti. Taken over in the night by people who sense it has become part of their world. L.A. trips me out.
But I fucking miss it. One day wasn't nearly enough. I think that instead of going to a nudist resort in the desert for my birthday, I'll go back to L.A. for a 3 or 4 day weekend. You can be nekkid there too.
I have lots of other things to blather on about, but I don't feel like it. There's going to be a huge Easter dinner event here tonight, and I need to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do.
Also, my darling baby Moose, pictured here:
had his tail amputated. That beautiful, epressive tail that I used to watch flick and dance as he dreamt is now an inch-an-a-half stump. Because he's a big tough asshole, and got in a fight with a god-knows-what that took a chunk of his ass and sent him into near-aseptic shock. And I'm not even there to take care of him.
Hey baby, come here often?
Ahhh! Murray, run! There's pink wobbly vermin everywhere! This is worse than the fucking meteor!!
Oh GOD, did you SEE Etta's thighs these days? Thunerbeast, indeed!!!
Heheheheheee.
Bones are comic gold.
So obviously I went to a museum or something yesterday. Two, actually, the La Brea Tar Pits and The Natural History Museum, neither of which I'd ever been to before. VERY COOL. I love learning about stuff. The NHM had an exhibition about The Bog People, from the peat bogs of Ireland and The Netherlands and Germany, places like that. People were killed in violent and possibly ritualistic ways and tossed in the bog where a complete lack of oxygen preserves their bodies as well if not better than mummification. Teeth, hair, leathery skin, clothing...everything's there. There we lots of artifacts too, also tossed in the bogs for rituals and whatnot. The bogs are so ordinary-looking too. When I think of a bog I think of some dark, hidden, jewelled mossy wet hole in the middle of a forest. These look like boring ol' wetlands. Which leads me to wonder what's in the bottom of the wetlands, particularily around places like L.A.
L.A. has the weirdest socio-ecosystem. It's like the human race has been subdivided into social species. I don't quite knonw how to describe it, but it's what you see when they close a perfectly normally maintained McDonald's down and the next day it's entirely covered in grafitti. Taken over in the night by people who sense it has become part of their world. L.A. trips me out.
But I fucking miss it. One day wasn't nearly enough. I think that instead of going to a nudist resort in the desert for my birthday, I'll go back to L.A. for a 3 or 4 day weekend. You can be nekkid there too.
I have lots of other things to blather on about, but I don't feel like it. There's going to be a huge Easter dinner event here tonight, and I need to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do.
Also, my darling baby Moose, pictured here:
had his tail amputated. That beautiful, epressive tail that I used to watch flick and dance as he dreamt is now an inch-an-a-half stump. Because he's a big tough asshole, and got in a fight with a god-knows-what that took a chunk of his ass and sent him into near-aseptic shock. And I'm not even there to take care of him.
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I hope you get some ass reeeeeal soon! I'm rootin' for ya!
Oh, and I love the front fucking row. It beats moshing anyday. People have a hard time understanding this because I'm like six-and-a-hal-feet-tall and would asssume I'm all about the mosh.
Being able to touch your heroes is a lot more satisfying than romping around with a bunch of roughians.
My last post has like a dozen pics... It's way better for eyecandy.