Picture imperfect.
Marvin says he had to go broke to get that camera…. he had to go broke the department store window, that is.
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Hard feelings.
I believe what offended my friend was my offhand suggestion that his specific gravity is roughly equivalent to that of Yak dung.
Who’s Teller?
There are better ways to spend our time, to be sure, and we’ve been trying to find them (blindfolded, with oven mitts on both hands).
Blast on.
Hey, you know what it’s like any time you go on a long trip. What to take, what to leave behind, right?
Dump, sweet dump.
A little more to the left. I said LEFT! (Schmucks…) Little more…. little more… good. Okay, now we need another one for the north wall. Hurry… I think I hear the sound of bricks crumbling. Oh, hi. Didn’t notice you there on the other side of the computer screen. Greetings from the abandoned Cheney Hammer … Continue reading Dump, sweet dump.
Between floors.
Is this the emergency alert button? No? Okay – the red one. Gotcha. Now… which one is the emergency telephone? No, I’m not an idiot! It’s goddamn dark in here! Well, we’re off. Off the bottom of the elevator shaft, at least. Whoever thought a space elevator to Aldebaran was a good idea? Oh, yes… … Continue reading Between floors.
Going up.
(Note: No images or political rant today. Tending to a sick friend. jp) First floor: oxygen, nitrogen, argon and neon. Second floor: carbon dioxide and water vapor. Third floor: ions and free radicals. Fourth floor: absolutely freaking nothing. Okay, well… that’s what we can expect to hear as we ascend in our space elevator to … Continue reading Going up.
How to make an album.
Hey, Lincoln… you seen my water jug? Didn’t think so. How about anti-Lincoln? Drank it? What the hell… how thirsty is that guy, anyway? Hiya, folks. Big Green here. Just working our way through tour preparations; pulling together all our gear and provisions, packing them onto the space elevator, and writing our wills (not a … Continue reading How to make an album.
Do it yourselfish.
Need a couple more of those buckets. How about some pale green in the upper left hand corner? And put that HMI light just behind the plastic fichus tree. That’s the ticket. Ah, visitors. Welcome, welcome. Reading this, you may ask yourself, “What the fuck – do these guys do everything themselves?” (No, I’m not … Continue reading Do it yourselfish.
It’s the bomb.
Still hear it. Try again. Nope, that didn’t work. I can still hear it. Try something else. No, no – that’s worse! Oh, hi. Yeah, still working on mastering, but there’s this bloody tick-tick-tick that’s coming up through the floorboards or from behind the drywall (not that we have drywall) and it’s seeping into the … Continue reading It’s the bomb.