Bloke is being divorced by his wife, so his mates, who all have ‘spousal’ issues of their own, decide to take him on a wild weekend in the village of Moodley, where women outnumber men by four to one.
They’re all hoping for some Hoo-Hoo-Hee-Haa, wa-hey-hey sexy times I guess.
As our heroes are about to find out, the women of the village have been turned into demonic, zombie-like mutants with cannibalistic tendencies by a military experiment gone very wrong.
Watch the trailer here:
Marooned in the village with the last survivor of the military team, our gang will try its best to survive in creative and funny ways. Such as putting a severed head in a radio controlled truck for the zombirds to chase after, or filling a squirt gun with flammable fuel for the RC truck and spraying a zombird with it (a one time use, but hey…).
Today is Mother’s Day, and we think that mothers should certainly be honored. However, there are a LOT of mums out there who haven’t given birth or adopted, or raised human children. These women who nurture animals or the children of others deserve just as much honor on this day. With that in mind, we would like to honor a friend of this blog.
Her username is flumptytail and she’s mum to a human and LOTS of kitties. She rescues ferals, and has them spayed and neutered. She also takes them for regular checkups, teeth cleaning and various things. Once healthy, they have the run of her home, indoors and out. They are free to come and go as they wish. She has made many of our brothers and sisters very happy kitties.
How many kitties call her mum? Well, according to flumpty:
I have 32, 34 if you count the 2 that belong to someone else. I had said 28 before , but that was just a quickie list and I had left off some that I hardly ever see. They just come in once a day for a few minutes to eat and disappear again. Although by now there’s only one who never stays in all night.
Here are some of her kitties.
This first picture, according to flumpty:
I keep a big cage in the dining room for when I have to keep a cat in it overnight if they’re getting neutered or spayed or their teeth cleaned, etc. in the morning. I leave the door open other times and the cats like to sleep in in. Here is a picture of a pile of kittehs.
Lots of kitties. Photo by flumptytailRed in a pink box. Photo by flumptytailGeorge is watching the yard. Photo by flumptytailHidey (left) and Kiki (right). Photo by flumptytailCidney. Photo by flumptytailDo you want to know a secret? Photo by flumptytailCat beds. Photo by flumptytailKitties getting a roasted chicken treat. Photo by flumptytailFritz. Photo by flumptytailGracie in the garden. Photo by flumptytailUpside down Suzy. She likes to walk on the keyboard and help flumpty type. Photo by flumptytail
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Not to worry. We love our mum too. We gave her head bonks and left our toys in her shoes for her to find.
Tito is looking out the window (stoned and staring at a laser dot, actually)Kitsune, high on tuna, staring at a laser dot as wellWoozle hunting for treats at McLaren parkThese two ravens were huddled against the wind
I’m frustrated. We’re watching a movie called “a cat’s tale” also known as “cats: the movie”, a live action shot on video (gotta stay mobile to follow the cats in the story), and I think they did a pretty good job at telling a story with creatures that, well, are doing pretty much as they please.
I guess it’s all in the editing, and thank goodness for video, otherwise the cost of film would be astronomical.
Point is, they did a pretty good job of it. Personally, I’ve been having a hell of a time trying to take pictures of Tito and the demon Mazuzu. Tito… Tito, the inexplicably paranoid kitty. I saw him creep up on a dust bunny and suddenly beat the crap out of it as if it were an intruder… Same thing with drapes. I don’t even ask anymore.
Oh, you wanted a photo?
I’ve taken to turning the camera on in another room because he sometimes (but not always) jumps nervously when he hears the electronic sound the camera makes. Yeah, he’s not exactly consistent about that.
Then he has to be approached in such a way that he senses me coming into the room, but not in such a way that he might think I’m about to move stuff (a big no-no which will send him scurrying). He is difficult enough to photograph in natural light, dark and jumpy as he is, but he also has an uncanny sense of the precise moment when the shutter’s about to close: he then closes his eyes or turns his head.
For every good picture we ever managed to take of him, dozens more were deleted.
Aaaaaahhhhhhh! It’s got me!
Oh, but Mazuzu is something else.
First, we can’t use the flash because his eyes, his blue peepers, are sensitive to it and he shuts them or turns away. We’ve practiced and gotten him used to being photographed without it, again in natural light. Given that the apartment is relatively dark, these two are making us work at it… If I contort myself and manage to get positioned just right for a close up, he will turn and present his rear end. Or close his eyes, still. But 8 times out of 10, I get the rear. At times, he’ll smudge his nose against the lens.
Kitsune’s blue peepers
Well, you know, what works in fashion ends up working in cat photography as it turns out. Load them up on catnip, turn the music up a bit, have someone rough-house them, petting them heavily while saying stuff like “work it Baby! Yeah, that’s right! Oh you like that?” And your subjects will squirm and mug for you…
If you want them to hold the pause, point the laser a few inches from their stoned – I mean impaired – noses and make it quick.
This. Is a lot of work…
The cats have been feeling their oats lately, playing just a bit more vigorously than usual and sleeping just as hard…
ZZZZZZZ-Whaaa..?
We’ve been going out more and more ourselves, spending most of this past Saturday at Golden Gate Park, starting with grilled fish, shrimp and carne asada in the meadow across from Mallard Lake. We had marinated the shrimp in a mix of Clementine-tangerine juice mixed with lime juice, brown sugar, thinly sliced shallots and shredded ginger which all came out deliciously fresh tasting.
Filets of sole and carne asada, with blackened seasoning on the fish.
Grilled peppers and beer, dried bread crumbs for our hosts.
Raven
Three hours later, we took a stroll around Mallard Lake where we saw this beautiful Blue Heron:
Great blue heron
Looking for parking around the Arboretum, I decided to drive around Stow Lake where we saw these geese with their goslings:
Canadian Geese and goslings
Finally, the arboretum with so many flowers in bloom:
A couple weeks ago, we were wandering around the Golden Gate. Not to be confused with the bridge, the Golden Gate is the strait that connects the Bay with the Pacific Ocean. We started our wandering in the Marina District and made our way over to the cliffs above Baker Beach. We had quite a few lovely sights along the way.
We began our journey at the Wave Organ. The Wave Organ is an acoustic sculpture that was constructed near the Golden Gate Yacht Club. It consists of pipes that run down into the water and the sound is generated by the tides. It was built using remnants of old tombs and tombstones when most of the cemeteries were moved from San Francisco to Colma roughly a century ago.
Wave OrganDetail of the Wave Organ
While on our way back to the car from the Wave Organ, I got this picture of the bridge. It looked so lovely in the evening, that we decided to follow the sun.
The Golden Gate Bridge in the late afternoon sun.
The cliffs above the Golden Gate were glowing with shades of lavender. The Marin Headlands are visible in the distance, across the water.
Marin Headlands, Battery Crosby, and the color lavender.
Point Bonita Lighthouse is at the very tip of the Marin Headlands. That is a suspension bridge visible to the right of the light and it is the only access to the lighthouse.
Point Bonita Lighthouse in the Marin Headlands
Soon after, the sun began to set. It was the end of another glorious day in San Francisco.
