Crumpled

I haven't updated in a while, but I've thought about it a few times.

The following are the things I thought about at the times where I was thinking about logging them. I might miss one or two, and they might have stopped being in chronological order. Self-censorship is in effect though, where I leave out a strong emotional distaste I've acquired for certain nouns that I know. (Nouns are words, but as metaphors I'm actually referring to the subjects of the metaphors, not the actual nouns. Forget it; I'm not telling anyway.)

The Heart I created and ate:


It's actaully not meaty but gummy. Created by making a super-saturated solution of sour gummy santas, and letting them set in the refrigerator for a few weeks. what was one the clear red mixes with the opaque white to become that lovely tender muscley colour and some of the opaque remains intact from santas beard, showing where the heart was torn from its surrounding structures.

Then there was the snow storm on Celtic Faire Weekend:
I drove Thalisha down to Angels Camp on this Friday, I couldn't be there that day because I had a meeting to attend (which actually happened without me.) My mom left a message on my machine telling me that I was grounded so that I wouldn't drive in the snow. HA. Too late Mother! I had already done it! And while I was doing so. I thought, "My mother wouldn't approve." so we took a picture of the "bad" thing we were doing. just so I could show it to her. That was then, and here it is now.

There you go mom. You can't ground me, Subaru is good, and we drive slow.
According to the photo file, that photo was taken at 7:59am (on March 11). It should be bright and sunny at that time of day, but there were millions of little white specks sucking all the light and color away from everything. It was great.

In other news: I am currently working on a video presentation to be shown at a trade show in Mexico presenting, among other things, an instant coffee product with added caffiene and taurine. I would like to try it. Just spoon it into the mouth in the morning and afternoon, and wash it from your mouth by slamming a red bull. BAM!

I really ought to give Clint a call. When does this happen?

We are thinking about moving, looking around...