Pictures of pictures

I found a stack of pictures which means I get to make everyone who reads the Cliffs suffer through another picture post. The first one is of me in the shower.

( click for showery goodness )

Now, wasn't that fun?

Hannibal, Anarchy, and God, OH MY

Just got home from lunch with Timothy. green_goblin7t wasn't able to make it, so it was just the two of us. He got the hamburger steak. I opted for soup. The wait staff could hardly get an order out of us because we jumped right into our marathon conversation and we seemed hellbent to touch every topic we possibly could before out time was up.

Topics covered inside about an hour and a half of Power Yapping: the nature of god and what the creative spirit really might be, how humanity is a cancer, 2012, Tim's undying love for Hannibal Lecter (didn't know that. Another thing we have in common), the free-range rude, our mutual love of anarchy and chaos (non-Joker related), You Tube (he loves You Tube, it turns out. Since he brought the site up, I figured I'd tell him about the Joker Blogs). the Sopranos, insanity, music, magick, Wicca-wannabes and Witchcraft, politics, writing, his and Vickie's trip to Las Vegas, the coming revolution, super volcanoes, global warming, serial killers, Ozzy Osbourne, LOST, and a bevy of other subjects I'm sure I'm forgetting. As we left, I took some pictures. Here we be, the motley pair.

( Tim and Tin after another marathon discussion that may just save the world someday )

Dunno when we'll meet again, but I'm sure the conversation will take up where we left off with it. That's how it always is with us.

Writer's Block: Venting (Yoinked from a162

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Waking up.

Flannel

It's been a while, I know. I still have issues with the webcam and I keep forgetting to do a thingie when I actually have the chance to do it.

Click play at your own risk. The sound isn't synced and I'm scary.

Gonzo Journalism at its very next best

Tiny bathroom, gigantic mirror, tons of reading material

Aunt Tudi and I keep a stack of literature in the bathroom, which is really tiny. No, I mean it's extra super-freakin' tiny. I'm not kidding. Everything is within reach without you ever having to move. Well, Aunt Tudi has to move because she's teentsy, so she has to stand on her tiptoes for a couple of things. In this tiny bathroom is this huge mirror, the kind that should have light bulbs all around it and an actor in front getting ready for the show. I don't know why it's this way. I came into this house with it pre-done in Dali Decorations. So, when we're sitting on....the throne....we either read something or we look at ourselves in the mirror. Well, Aunt Tudi looks at the top of her head, I look at my whole big ole bobble head. What would you do?

Sadly, I've read everything in there, so I'm getting bored and I look up and...well, it was a Law & Order *BONG BONG* moment. Looking back at me is my reflection, but it's not me. It's some really bad Edward Gorey illustration. So, I'm taking my Edward Gorey books to the bathroom and I'm putting the make-up away until our 8-month long Summer has drawn to completion. Or maybe I should just remember to wash it off after coming in from being outside for an extended period of time. As Jeff Goldblum said in Jurasshashadit Park: "I'm fairly alarmed here."