Thus revealed, the creature buried its nose in the tire-tilled soil...
March 29, 2004
Three photos and a poem.
Category: Miscellany

First off, I've made a great deal of progress on the second TMNT anime review, so it looks like you can expect it on Tuesday after all. It should only end up being two pages, but it'll be two ACTION-PACKED pages, and besides, hardly anyone ever reaches the third anyway. So that's that.

I'm in kind of a dreamy, hazy mood tonight. I think it has a lot to do with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, or maybe it has something to do with the interesting and brilliant and delicious concoction I just finished spooning down. Here, have a picture.

Mmmm...

Any guesses as to what that is? No? It's dry oatmeal in a bowl with milk, 1.5 tablespoons of melted chunky peanut butter, Boulaine Creme De Cacao liqueur, and Boulaine Banana liqueur. It is truly excellent -- like chocolate and bananas and peanut butter and, uh, some oatmeal. I'm seriously considering making another bowl of the stuff.

*Sniff*

My action figures seem to topple over in the strangest poses. I didn't even know that one had fallen, but a little while ago I looked behind me to see that Sabyr had fallen from his stand and was apparently sniffing Tswana's ass. Weird.

Ben, the two of us need look no more...

Know what that is? One of the biggest fucking rats I've ever seen. I caught sight of it swimming around in the water during a long walk to Walmart the other day and thought it was a badger or a groundhog or something until it climbed up on that log and turned around so I could see its tail. And then I knew. RAT. Anyway, you may not be able to tell how big it is even with the fallen tree branches there for a size comparison, so take my word for it -- thing is huge. It's worth noting that the only other rats I've seen that compared to the size of this fella -- believe it or not, I've seen bigger -- were also seen near water. (The dreaded wharf rats. MONSTERS.) I don't know what it is about water, but it apparently affects rats like gamma rays from outer space.

So yeah, photos. Hazy mood. Eternal Sunshine took its title from an Alexander Pope poem. Let's close out this post with a Wes poem, then. I guess I wrote the first draft of this one during my junior year. The title refers to the science major -- at Yale, all of the courses were placed into four categories, with group IV being the designated group for the sciences (math, engineering, biology, chemistry, etc.). But of course one could carry the theme further than that. Anyway, here we go.

"My Pretty Group IV Major"

Ah, my pretty Group IV major.

Yes, cry on my shoulder --

excessive stress and

lab reports, there,

there, I've set aside my reading.

Tomorrow in class I will

bullshit. Tonight is yours.

Sunday evening -- I've a paper due

tomorrow, but I need a break;

join me for coffee, darling?

Too busy -- no, I understand --

two problem sets due Thursday.

After midterms

I'll comb your disheveled hair and

you'll press against me in clothes

that you slept in --

for two hours, if that counts -- and

whisper of the rapture you felt when

you solved Problem Six.

Don't tell me you love me.

How could you, when I

am just a complex

system of moving parts and firing

synapses and biochemical processes?

Ja.

-posted by Wes | 12:21 am | Comments (0)
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