My Back~!

So far my Auto-pocalypse weekend is zanier than I thought it would be.

Yesterday I spent the day researching and cutting the parts for a couple of props that need making. Not great for creaky-backs. Then, what was supposed to be a relaxing dinner ended up with take-out and me contorting my body to fit into spaces not-intended-for-human-forms: my erstwhile dinner companion thought she heard a cat trapped in her walls. I split time between adjoining bathrooms and assumed positions even tantric yogis would be hard pressed to hold. I had my ears to the walls for over two hours trying to pinpoint where the creature was-- or if it was a creature at all. (<--we still have no idea)

As a result, my back, neck and squished ears are all wonky. Chinese food was good, tho'.

I am also pet sitting a friend's ancient husky for the week. I am extremely fond of her and happy to have her here, but I am so paranoid that she will dodder into danger that I've gotten plastic fencing to isolate those areas of the yard that are bad for her.

What I forgot about old huskies (probably the mists of fond memories) is that they are quirky (to say the least). For one thing, because of her joint/muscle afflictions, she will only move forward-- she won't back up. And she is a surprisingly unstoppable force in that direction (it takes her forever, but she doesn't stop!). As a result, I have found her wedged into places that even my own dogs never found themselves. I have since blocked off (with large appliances) or make husky-travel-corridors that allow her egress from cul-de-sacs, like my dozens of Oak Bonsai. Of that last: I am both horrified and hilarified at the sight of an aged husky slowly trampling through a forest of tiny oak trees like some cheezy Japanese giant monster. I love you, Indy!

Plus, she only wants to eat the nasty, commercial dog kibble my dogs eat instead of the lovingly prepared (by her owner) raw-food meals. It's almost like an allegory for McDonalds vs Whole Foods Mkt.

Speaking of zany weekends and things: what the heck is -this-??!?



[Edit: More pics of weird Soviet air ship ]

Steve? Any ideas? Or how it was supposed to fly?? I came across it while researching abandoned places images on google. Artists-- if you want *wonderful* scenic references, do a google-images of " abandoned places " and you'll find amazing eerie and fantastic photos. Or better yet, google " creepy abandoned places and you'll see haunting places in decay, abandoned amusement parks and...weird things.

My Back~!

So far my Auto-pocalypse weekend is zanier than I thought it would be.

Yesterday I spent the day researching and cutting the parts for a couple of props that need making. Not great for creaky-backs. Then, what was supposed to be a relaxing dinner ended up with take-out and me contorting my body to fit into spaces not-intended-for-human-forms: my erstwhile dinner companion thought she heard a cat trapped in her walls. I split time between adjoining bathrooms and assumed positions even tantric yogis would be hard pressed to hold. I had my ears to the walls for over two hours trying to pinpoint where the creature was-- or if it was a creature at all. (<--we still have no idea)

As a result, my back, neck and squished ears are all wonky. Chinese food was good, tho'.

I am also pet sitting a friend's ancient husky for the week. I am extremely fond of her and happy to have her here, but I am so paranoid that she will dodder into danger that I've gotten plastic fencing to isolate those areas of the yard that are bad for her.

What I forgot about old huskies (probably the mists of fond memories) is that they are quirky (to say the least). For one thing, because of her joint/muscle afflictions, she will only move forward-- she won't back up. And she is a surprisingly unstoppable force in that direction (it takes her forever, but she doesn't stop!). As a result, I have found her wedged into places that even my own dogs never found themselves. I have since blocked off (with large appliances) or make husky-travel-corridors that allow her egress from cul-de-sacs, like my dozens of Oak Bonsai. Of that last: I am both horrified and hilarified at the sight of an aged husky slowly trampling through a forest of tiny oak trees like some cheezy Japanese giant monster. I love you, Indy!

Plus, she only wants to eat the nasty, commercial dog kibble my dogs eat instead of the lovingly prepared (by her owner) raw-food meals. It's almost like an allegory for McDonalds vs Whole Foods Mkt.

Speaking of zany weekends and things: what the heck is -this-??!?



[Edit: More pics of weird Soviet air ship ]

Steve? Any ideas? Or how it was supposed to fly?? I came across it while researching abandoned places images on google. Artists-- if you want *wonderful* scenic references, do a google-images of " abandoned places " and you'll find amazing eerie and fantastic photos. Or better yet, google " creepy abandoned places and you'll see haunting places in decay, abandoned amusement parks and...weird things.

My Back~!

So far my Auto-pocalypse weekend is zanier than I thought it would be.

Yesterday I spent the day researching and cutting the parts for a couple of props that need making. Not great for creaky-backs. Then, what was supposed to be a relaxing dinner ended up with take-out and me contorting my body to fit into spaces not-intended-for-human-forms: my erstwhile dinner companion thought she heard a cat trapped in her walls. I split time between adjoining bathrooms and assumed positions even tantric yogis would be hard pressed to hold. I had my ears to the walls for over two hours trying to pinpoint where the creature was-- or if it was a creature at all. (<--we still have no idea)

As a result, my back, neck and squished ears are all wonky. Chinese food was good, tho'.

I am also pet sitting a friend's ancient husky for the week. I am extremely fond of her and happy to have her here, but I am so paranoid that she will dodder into danger that I've gotten plastic fencing to isolate those areas of the yard that are bad for her.

What I forgot about old huskies (probably the mists of fond memories) is that they are quirky (to say the least). For one thing, because of her joint/muscle afflictions, she will only move forward-- she won't back up. And she is a surprisingly unstoppable force in that direction (it takes her forever, but she doesn't stop!). As a result, I have found her wedged into places that even my own dogs never found themselves. I have since blocked off (with large appliances) or make husky-travel-corridors that allow her egress from cul-de-sacs, like my dozens of Oak Bonsai. Of that last: I am both horrified and hilarified at the sight of an aged husky slowly trampling through a forest of tiny oak trees like some cheezy Japanese giant monster. I love you, Indy!

Plus, she only wants to eat the nasty, commercial dog kibble my dogs eat instead of the lovingly prepared (by her owner) raw-food meals. It's almost like an allegory for McDonalds vs Whole Foods Mkt.

Speaking of zany weekends and things: what the heck is -this-??!?



[Edit: More pics of weird Soviet air ship ]

Steve? Any ideas? Or how it was supposed to fly?? I came across it while researching abandoned places images on google. Artists-- if you want *wonderful* scenic references, do a google-images of " abandoned places " and you'll find amazing eerie and fantastic photos. Or better yet, google " creepy abandoned places and you'll see haunting places in decay, abandoned amusement parks and...weird things.