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yamamanamaThe Uzbekistan tourism board must hate me right now. I was explaining where Russian tortoises are from (spoiler alert: if you said they were from Russia, you'd be right… if it was still the 19th century) and brought up the Aral Sea's disappearance and said not to visit because even though wrecked ships in the middle of the desert far far away from any water are cool, you risk cancer and being spirited away to join the dreaded cotton harvest.
There were around 820 pumpkins this year, or around twice as many as we had last year. We had 500 last year and lost about a hundred to rot. And it looked amazing. I'll explain the spooky trail later except for one important detail, but I must say we really outdid ourselves this year.
This detail will not be happening tomorrow: Nobody made the spaghetti for David (?) to throw around whilst getting unnecessary surgery as performed by Jacob and Zofia.
Like Christina, it's hard to imagine Zofia being spooky or scary. Maybe if there was fake blood, like fruit punch or better yet, ketchup, even though ketchup would stink.
1. Tomorrow there will be spaghetti.
2. Zofia will be at her friend's performance (classical piano) somewhere in New Hampshire and she therefore won't be around to perform unnecessary surgery on anyone.
I don't know if anyone's making an official Jessica count but I'm not. If you are, add one to it. The red in her hair faded so she's going to bleach it and turn it blue instead.
Kira did not carve Jacob or Zofia into a pumpkin depicting the interns. Megan was in her troll pose, and Kasey was holding an opossum because that's her favorite animal and Kira was eating a lime because she likes to do that and so does Lisa and I put lime on things like tacos and chili. She made one of Lisa dancing and holding an opossum by the tail and one of Rob wearing his trademark hat.
I've never met Kasey with a K before, but she has hair streaked and tipped with violet, and tattoos of Nosferatu and a cat and a hook and a dog wearing a hat and fangs and a red-skinned geisha and flowers and the words "ne compliquez pas votre existence" or "don't complicate your existence." Don't ask me how to say that. She reminded me of the sisters in American Echoes whom I promise I will one day paint.
She tried to carve a tooth with a worm coming out of it but instead it looked like a tooth with an arm.
Speaking of things that fall off, I found out the paperclips didn't hold and the jawbone on my chimpanzee skull broke.
Kasey was later dressed as a black fox red fox mosaic or chimera. Black foxes aren't really a separate species or breed of foxes, it's just that some foxes have a melanistic form.
One of the interns, most likely Megan, though I'm probably wrong, had a serotonin molecule pendant. Like dopamine, serotonin is involved with happiness. And it has little to do with dreaming, what I was thinking of is melatonin. Or maybe what you're thinking of is the metabolism of tryptophan into serotonin. I know a bit more about hormones than the layperson (to them, hormones are synonymous with testosterone and estrogen, and sometimes they try to be all fancy and British-like by writing æstrogen, when it's actually œstrogen), but I'm still pretty clueless.
Lisa was dressed as a dryad. Not the weird demonic dryads hanging around the Jagd Woods but a normal humanoid dryad with a leaf mask and face paint.
Tiffany was at the Boston Fuzztival to see Littlefoot perform, because she's into surf music and presumably surfgaze. I made that term up but I'm sure somebody else has used it. I actually wasn't able to go to that but I checked out some of their stuff on Bandcamp. Her hair was tipped with thistle-pink.
And her shirt depicted a three-eyed cat.
Andrea was dressed as a raccoon but she reminded me of Pris from Blade Runner, except with a raccoon tail taped to her butt.
Kim was around, along with her tegu Chronos, or maybe it was Kronus, who is large but not exceptionally large for a male tegu. You obviously have no idea who Kim is because I didn't have a Livejournal or journal on Gamingforce or Appleworks document journal or paper journal or any sort of journal back when we knew each other.
She rescues tegus and other lizards and used to rescue snakes but can't do that anymore due to a sea change in her life.
She was telling people about how she went into marine biology but then the field dried up, no terrible pun intended, and didn't want to waste two years by starting over again so she just went through with it despite never being able to find a job in the field. She told us about the teacher she had in 4th grade who had class lizards and snakes and frogs and how he sent her down the herpetology path.
Okay, so it's been at least 12 years since we talked, but somehow I remember her being into marine biology. I know we both had art in the local library back when we were in high school, so maybe she wrote about it in her artist statement but I don't know why I'd remember something like that. Maybe it didn't happen and I just think it did. Memory is weird sometimes. I know what a tortoise is and I know the difference between a tortoise and a turtle so I don't think I'm a replicant. Also I've been Livejournaling for almost ten years now and unless someone else wrote the entries and then programmed the password into my memory, well, shit.
burning question: if I can't rely on my own memory, whose memory can I rely on?
There were around 820 pumpkins this year, or around twice as many as we had last year. We had 500 last year and lost about a hundred to rot. And it looked amazing. I'll explain the spooky trail later except for one important detail, but I must say we really outdid ourselves this year.
This detail will not be happening tomorrow: Nobody made the spaghetti for David (?) to throw around whilst getting unnecessary surgery as performed by Jacob and Zofia.
Like Christina, it's hard to imagine Zofia being spooky or scary. Maybe if there was fake blood, like fruit punch or better yet, ketchup, even though ketchup would stink.
1. Tomorrow there will be spaghetti.
2. Zofia will be at her friend's performance (classical piano) somewhere in New Hampshire and she therefore won't be around to perform unnecessary surgery on anyone.
I don't know if anyone's making an official Jessica count but I'm not. If you are, add one to it. The red in her hair faded so she's going to bleach it and turn it blue instead.
Kira did not carve Jacob or Zofia into a pumpkin depicting the interns. Megan was in her troll pose, and Kasey was holding an opossum because that's her favorite animal and Kira was eating a lime because she likes to do that and so does Lisa and I put lime on things like tacos and chili. She made one of Lisa dancing and holding an opossum by the tail and one of Rob wearing his trademark hat.
I've never met Kasey with a K before, but she has hair streaked and tipped with violet, and tattoos of Nosferatu and a cat and a hook and a dog wearing a hat and fangs and a red-skinned geisha and flowers and the words "ne compliquez pas votre existence" or "don't complicate your existence." Don't ask me how to say that. She reminded me of the sisters in American Echoes whom I promise I will one day paint.
She tried to carve a tooth with a worm coming out of it but instead it looked like a tooth with an arm.
Speaking of things that fall off, I found out the paperclips didn't hold and the jawbone on my chimpanzee skull broke.
Kasey was later dressed as a black fox red fox mosaic or chimera. Black foxes aren't really a separate species or breed of foxes, it's just that some foxes have a melanistic form.
One of the interns, most likely Megan, though I'm probably wrong, had a serotonin molecule pendant. Like dopamine, serotonin is involved with happiness. And it has little to do with dreaming, what I was thinking of is melatonin. Or maybe what you're thinking of is the metabolism of tryptophan into serotonin. I know a bit more about hormones than the layperson (to them, hormones are synonymous with testosterone and estrogen, and sometimes they try to be all fancy and British-like by writing æstrogen, when it's actually œstrogen), but I'm still pretty clueless.
Lisa was dressed as a dryad. Not the weird demonic dryads hanging around the Jagd Woods but a normal humanoid dryad with a leaf mask and face paint.
Tiffany was at the Boston Fuzztival to see Littlefoot perform, because she's into surf music and presumably surfgaze. I made that term up but I'm sure somebody else has used it. I actually wasn't able to go to that but I checked out some of their stuff on Bandcamp. Her hair was tipped with thistle-pink.
And her shirt depicted a three-eyed cat.
Andrea was dressed as a raccoon but she reminded me of Pris from Blade Runner, except with a raccoon tail taped to her butt.
Kim was around, along with her tegu Chronos, or maybe it was Kronus, who is large but not exceptionally large for a male tegu. You obviously have no idea who Kim is because I didn't have a Livejournal or journal on Gamingforce or Appleworks document journal or paper journal or any sort of journal back when we knew each other.
She rescues tegus and other lizards and used to rescue snakes but can't do that anymore due to a sea change in her life.
She was telling people about how she went into marine biology but then the field dried up, no terrible pun intended, and didn't want to waste two years by starting over again so she just went through with it despite never being able to find a job in the field. She told us about the teacher she had in 4th grade who had class lizards and snakes and frogs and how he sent her down the herpetology path.
Okay, so it's been at least 12 years since we talked, but somehow I remember her being into marine biology. I know we both had art in the local library back when we were in high school, so maybe she wrote about it in her artist statement but I don't know why I'd remember something like that. Maybe it didn't happen and I just think it did. Memory is weird sometimes. I know what a tortoise is and I know the difference between a tortoise and a turtle so I don't think I'm a replicant. Also I've been Livejournaling for almost ten years now and unless someone else wrote the entries and then programmed the password into my memory, well, shit.
burning question: if I can't rely on my own memory, whose memory can I rely on?
