So, I was all better, right? Right!
And I was fully over my Dengue and had cleared it from my system, right? Right!
And I was immune from Dengue now, right? WRONG.
The second one, apparently is the one that tends to kill you.That was a very interesting few days.
But now: BUGS! And also frogs.
I saw this poster hanging by the Market:
And this is just to prove to Em and Han that I haven't lost my touch:
May 22nd
Potto wonders "Do I have odd hands?"
Answer: Yes.
May 23rd
May 24th
Us dining on *delicious* sludge with bone chips. Mmmmmmm.
May 25th
Night Photos w/ Ashton.
Battery is for scale, I'm not trying to give it to the millipede.
May 26th
Ashton. Trying to find the ON button.
Amazing hairy hunting spider origami master:
I...just...what? Amazing.
Tree ant. Also, bunking off school as you can see.
May 27th
Ha ha ha. NO.
May 29th
May 29th Part 2.
May 30th
FROG!
WETA-THING!
ASHTON!
Aaaaaand, I'm done. Later y'all.
on the dreams (and, occasionally, the real-life events) that seem to keep happening at this vetographerclist...
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Sunday, 18 May 2014
May 18th - This city should be called Calamar.
Seriously. Then all of us people that live here would be called Calamari.
Which, if nothing else, would lighten the tone.
No one?
Just me then. Fine.
May 12th
Today, we have photos of tea. These are for Guen and Jo.
May 13th
May 14th
Just so we're all aware, the small child mannequin is not dressed as a pimp. That is traditional dress for the small chiefs among us. Also, why isn't that chievs? The small chives among us. It's like a title for a novel. Talking of which, I'm totally stuck on chapter six...
May 15th
Noticed today that my watch looks like a really sad frog giving my wrist a hug.
It's ok tiny frog.
May 16th
Having floored its opponent, the Chelsea tuctuc cocked a leg to pee on him.
May 17th
(Ah, I've just had my miss-spelling of Cercopan pointed out to me. I'd like it known that it was in no way deliberate. I offer a complete and utter retraction. The imputation was totally without basis in fact, and was in no way fair comment, and was motivated purely by malice, and I deeply regret any distress that my comments may have caused you, or your family, and I hereby undertake not to repeat any such slander at any time in the future.)
So, the guy with the Rottweiler had this in a kitchen draw. Jealous.
May 18th
Oh, yeah, you may have noticed a drop in 'blog quality. I'd like to blame our new author:
Sunday, 11 May 2014
May11 - This is your brain on Dengue...
Evening all,
I'm up for another all-nighter. Actually, that's a completely lie and yet does explain how I'm feeling. I've got a tiny monkey to look after. Someone donated it because apparently, it's not so fun staying up to look after it.
Ya think?
Anyhow, you know how it is, you shoot a monkey because they're tasty and you hate wildlife. Then you find out it's got a toy attached. So you eat the monkey and play with the toy, until you get bored and give it to your wife and then she gets bored and gives it to your son. And when he gets bored it gets given to the dog or to us.
So, you know, not fed milk *at all* since being taken from the mother when it was days old. It's not in *perfect* nick. However, it has a pretty advanced idea of how to gum solid food to death, so it's not, you know, dead.
And now I get to feed it every 3 hours for a week and then every 4 hours for a week and then every 6 and we're good.
Anyhow, I also came down with Dengue Fever, which is not as bad as the name. And I spent some of this week trying to get my hands to continue working so that I could.
Here we go:
Clouds at the barbeque, for Guen, the cloudspotter.
Alien Pod found on shore line.
And here's my tiny charge.
I'm up for another all-nighter. Actually, that's a completely lie and yet does explain how I'm feeling. I've got a tiny monkey to look after. Someone donated it because apparently, it's not so fun staying up to look after it.
Ya think?
Anyhow, you know how it is, you shoot a monkey because they're tasty and you hate wildlife. Then you find out it's got a toy attached. So you eat the monkey and play with the toy, until you get bored and give it to your wife and then she gets bored and gives it to your son. And when he gets bored it gets given to the dog or to us.
So, you know, not fed milk *at all* since being taken from the mother when it was days old. It's not in *perfect* nick. However, it has a pretty advanced idea of how to gum solid food to death, so it's not, you know, dead.
And now I get to feed it every 3 hours for a week and then every 4 hours for a week and then every 6 and we're good.
Anyhow, I also came down with Dengue Fever, which is not as bad as the name. And I spent some of this week trying to get my hands to continue working so that I could.
Here we go:
Clouds at the barbeque, for Guen, the cloudspotter.
Alien Pod found on shore line.
And here's my tiny charge.
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