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Hmmmm
Ok. I realize three years is a long time. But I’m determined to dust this mildewed slate of babblings into life again. Now if only I had something to say….
October 2008
2 posts
Snapping at the world
Last weekend a friend and I crawled through the awkward streets of the west bottoms to photograph. While I seriously need to have my camera professionally cleaned, I did manage to get some shots even I’m impressed with. I’ve cleaned a couple up to my liking….
More to come, eventually.
Littlebit Crispy Goodness
As I was stumbling out the door this morning I saw my ChacoTaco flipped for a molt. Had to leave, but came home to this:
Awesome.
September 2008
2 posts
Of Puppets and peppers
Yesterday was monkeyday. I took my camera and despite having something in or on the lens I got some good shots of the market and the kid. That surprised me, as I’m usaully about half a second too late to get a good shot of her. In the next couple of days I’ll clean them up.
Itty Bitty Monster Ditty
Today I left work early plagued with a sudden head cold, and stopped by the pet store for some wax worms on the way home. And this I found:
Grammostola aureostriata “Chaco Golden Knee”
And cuteness makes three.
August 2008
4 posts
The Mechanical Whir of Paper Wings
So early this morning, not long past dawn, my friend and I were outside by the garden exchanging observations and the usual nonsense, when out of the corner of my eye I see a blur, followed by a small hollow thud in the dirt beside us. A cicada killer had plucked from midair a cicada that was quite large and apparently juicy. We watched silent, as this delicately brutal dance played out. After a...
Lycosidae Spp.
I found this little guy wandering around and had to get some shots.
Barren
I seem to have little to no creativity lately. It could be that I’ve been working overtime a lot the last couple of weeks. The last thing I want to do when I get home is stare at a computer screen. I’ve also been having slep issues, so that’s a factor, I’m sure. Oh well.
Be The Big Naked Ball of Grossness
It’s hot here, like an oven on fire. 97°F on the inside. 5 fans blowing hot air, a vortex of hellish fumes swirling away from my sweaty, unclothed and gasping corpse. The cats are plotting mutiny again, although slowed by the heat — a lethargic coup on hold as they hug the water dish. It was just winter yesterday…
The Droning of Melancholic Airs
I’ve accomplished very little in the past few days. Not much of a distraction from my usual path. Let’s see, I caught a jumping spider and hacked together a little environment for it while it lives with me. I managed not to spend much money. I found out my glucose is normal. I found out my insurance doesn’t pay for mammograms. I rediscovered my love of rain and thunder. I ate a...
July 2008
10 posts
Orange Soda Memories
This whole week has been trying. No money, sickly, and really hot. I’m sure they all contribute to each other, like some vile and putrid ecosystem of stress. I try to sleep, but end up staring at the darkness. I try to look towards the coming weeks with a pasted smile on my face, but my eyes are still hollowed. I pretend not to see the bold, screaming − on my account balance. I wake with a...
The shell is cracked and Gorgeous
Feeling better. Still have some ugly congestion in my chest and a lot of fatigue. Dr. prescribed breathing treatments and large amounts of fluids. Trying to intake that much water is hard, especially when you know you have to. I’m an instant rebel and often times find myself using reverse psychology just to get through life. Tell me I can’t do something and I’m wanting nothing...
The Drip Drops
I had trouble sleeping last night, mainly breathing issues, which I attributed to allergies and the cat sleeping on my face. Turns out I have a really annoying head cold, a lot of wheezing, sneezing and dripping. My throat was apparently scrubbed raw by tiny gnomes with sandpaper shoes sometime in the night. I, needless to say, feel like shit.
Life's a butter dream
So my little monkey is in the hospital again with a sudden bout of pneumonia, and again I find myself studying the most obscure and dusty regions of my mind. I try to stay positive, knowing that she’s been through more in 3 years than I in my 36 could ever imagine. She’s partly responsible for my overcoming so much negativity. I see her and I realize it takes too much to be angry at...
The Relevance of Poop
It seems the only thing I’ve accomplished in the last couple of days is the almighty yet humble shit. Well, that’s not true. I mean, it is, but it isn’t. I acquired a malnourished and dessicated Paraguayan Pink Zebra Beauty (named like a fuckin’ rose!) Tarantula.* I’m slowly trying to re-hydrate her (I’m assuming her sex based on years in captivity, but given...
June 2008
4 posts
“I think, therefore I’m depressed.”
the scratching inside the box
So, yeah. I appear to have the time and resources to start a blog, although about what I have no clue. Why anyone would have the faintest interest in anything I think or do confuses me…
Anyway, my amusingly simple art can be found at insektaserpenta. Most of it is far out of date and limited in style. I recently have come around to being able to do art again, but my skills are lacking and I...