These days

It's time to make a new blog post.  These are my updates:

my toner cartridge has just about had it, but I've got another one, waiting.

I need to find a job.

I fantasize about moving away.

I want my medicine back, the one that made a lightning in my brain

I cannot write stories or blog entries

I just took one nyquil gelcap. 

I have a picture of...

Here is a Disneyland picture - don't I look happy?

I hope that hurricane makes good disaster footage - my tape of the fires didn't record right.

The fish are doing well.  I will soon be taking apart the tank which houses the ghosts of the baby snails.

My classes will almost all be through soon.

Does anyone wanna go to Hawaii with me?

Where is the Avian influenza?  I mean, is it coming or not already?  Where is the earthquake?

Did you know that the avian influenza is now in Russia and some kind of -stan country?  It is, in the birds.  Everyone - stay away from the birds.  Do not touch any migratory waterfowl.  They are coming to get you.

I will make a better blog soon - promise.  I will leave you with one more picture.  What will it be?

Yes, I had to go to first aid at Disneyland for bandaids.  There was a girl screaming in there, screaming and crying.  The doctor guy, I couldn't see them, they were in a room, but some doctor-sounding guy was asking her how many fingers he was holding up.  Maybe she hit her head?  But then she came out, and she seemed fine.

I wanted to stay in the first aid building.  I liked it in there.  I wanted to find out what sorts of things were happening to Disneygoers.  Like, after an accident, do they take the bloodied people there, or do they bring them, quickly, underground, and force them to sign papers for large sums of money, papers where they promise to never ever talk about what happened to them?

I don't think those people ever end up in the first aid office.  Still, I did want to see some action, or maybe a lost child or two.  And, it was cool in there, and they kept giving me bandaids.  I wanted to get a room with a cot to lie down in.

Maybe now I will go to bed, and I will pretend as I am falling asleep that I am on a cot inside Disneyland first aid, and that, if I ask, nurse-ladies will bring me handfulls of bandaids.

That is the life.

bye, blog.

My boyfriend

My new boyfriend is the caiman in the lake.  They'll never catch him.  He has super powers.

hidinginthebulrush

To creatively quote the article,

"This is a nightmare..."

"...raw chicken tied to a piece of twine..." "...where the animal liked to hang out..."

"...but..."

"...I've always wanted an alligator...", "...kiss and hug it..."

"...never had an alligator..."

"...We're going to continue doing it until we're done."

Seriously

There have not been any living baby snails.  That makes it 0 out of 700 or so.

I do have a nice chest x-ray that the film librarian at UCLA was kind enough to give me, from my cough last Thanksgivingtime. 

Looking through the other extras he gave me - brain MRIs of years gone by - I have discovered more people in my brain.

 

 

 

 

In 2002, Tina Turner made an appearance.  I think my corpus callosum almost squeezed her eyeballs out:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post tonic-clonic, circa 2004, I had Robert Palmer and his addiction to love:

And in 2003, Andre the Giant or, possibly, Gerard Depardieu:

Who knew I had so many people living inside my brain?  Who knew that my pineal gland was a hotel for stars from the 1980s?

Who is in my brain now?

My pineal glad is available for shooting period pieces set in the 1980s.  Please contact this blog for details.