The last week has been full of awful news. This is my attempt to provide you with a momentary diversion. As disgusting as it is, we find flatulence funny [Lastech: it’s only disgusting when somebody else does it, non?]. We find it funny when Maz Whang? (Kitsy) does it. We find it funny when Miss Jenny does it.
Imagine our glee when watching an interview that happened on Jimmy Kimmel Live. Dax Shepard and Kristin Bell were guests. Part Two of their interview had us in stitches. We had published another interview with Kristen Bell where she described her meltdown over a sloth. This time, they’re discussing…yes you guessed it! FLATULENCE!!! Enjoy…
I have no clue what the pointy eared people believe, and I really have no idea whether they even believe anything. I do know that they think. The confusion, or subterfuge, is in their attitudes towards the ‘unknown’.
Like a simple, harmless, charming even… Water fountain.
Here I come to save the pets!
In our efforts to help Mazuzu re-hydrate, we bought a pet water fountain which recirculates water and increases the oxygen content in it.The collective reaction? Avoidance. And in Tito and Jenny’s case apparently, fear.
Tito in particular, hates appliances like vacuum cleaners and fans.
Evil fan glows with… Evil.FAANNNNN!!!!!!!
Tito has always had odd habits, like pawing water to drink.
That’s how I roll.
As to Jenny, she kills toys for no other reason than she thought the thing looked at her.
With these feathers it offended me. What..?
Both she and Tito have approached the fountain suspiciously, lifting a paw and smacking it to put it in its place, whatever that is. As to Mazuzu, the pattern on the pot to his right makes him dream of the void between the stars. That and cosmic calamari with an unpronounceable name.
Phtagn Chtulhu nom-nom fishy fuud.
So what goes on in their head as they encounter eebil majjik? What thought, what incantation do they think of..? Well. While we still have no clue what it means, I did have a sort of revelation ( yeah, deeper than an epiphany) when we hiked an old battery on the approach to the Golden Gate bridge.
What their mantra is, their conjuration, appears here:
Grom-grom, vega-vega, spow-spow. the incantation…
That is all. Keep calm and carry on. Just remember the words…
Located in Golden Gate Park, the National AIDS Memorial Grove is a testament to love and grief. According to the website:
The National AIDS Memorial Grove, located in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, is a dedicated space in the national landscape where millions of Americans touched directly or indirectly by AIDS can gather to heal, hope, and remember. For all the promising prospects on the horizon, AIDS continues to invade our lives, violate our past, and rob us of our comfortable assumptions about the future. The sacred ground of this living memorial honors all who have confronted this tragic pandemic both those who have died and those who have shared their struggle, kept the vigils, and supported each other during the final hours.
Time for Mazuzu and Jenny to share the limelight, since Tito isn’t so much into posing. Maz continues to improve, even though it will take time to recover the weight he lost, and Jenny helps him along.
Yep, still magic and demonic at once
When he sleeps under covers, she likes to dart in and out to check on him, farting as she goes. We call that “trailing mines”… But she’s oh-so cute.
“It’s a mystery to me the game commences”
Dire Straits – “private investigation”
Another Friday the 13th rolls around, time again to look at some baaad luck, double-matinee offerings from foreign parts.
Here we have two works of fiction, inspired by the same (mostly true) story, and yet they couldn’t be more different. The song at the heart of both stories has a haunting quality, and provides a very intriguing starting point for these mysteries.
The piece.
In 1930s Paris, a Hungarian songwriter named Rezső Seres composed a song entitled “the end of the world”.
Without speculating as to Seres’ inspiration, it was widely regarded as a downer. A downer of such proportions that despite various interpretations and growing popularity, the song was blamed for causing several suicides.
It’s Friday and the start of the weekend for most of you. I came across a couple of photos that made me laugh. My most important survival skill is my ability to laugh. Life can be a pain in the tuchus, so it’s good to be able to laugh about it whenever possible. It beats the alternative, at any rate.
Here’s a State Trooper’s nightmare.
I love this one
Last but not least is a talk given at TED by Charlie Todd, the creator of Improv Everywhere. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
