I can write a hit play. Why can’t I have a little drink to unwind myself?– Max Fischer, Rushmore
My Favorite Childhood Memory
Early Saturday mornings, before any plans were made or anything had to be done, I remember jumping into bed with my parents and just talking. I don’t remember all we talked about, only the sleep in all of our eyes, and that we laughed. No one’s family is perfect, and mine is no exception, but those mornings spent with them, before the stress of the day crept in, and before our minds...
Nothing is written– Lawrence of Arabia
Consciousness is the substance of the Universe
In case you were wondering, this is how I get all my good ideas. blackandwtf: via Nationaal Archief.
Sometimes words are so useless– CP
Guess That Thing!
a. Alien-cat hairballs b. Bowl o’ koosh c. Delicious fruit C: Delicious Fruit! Widely known as Rambutan, here in Costa Rica these fuzzy fruits are called Mamónes Chinos (loosely pronounced: Mom on Cheeno). Me? I prefer the translation Chinese Booby Sucklers. That may be offensive to some, but whether or not you have your grandma filter turned on, don’t let anything...
If you are one of the people who uses the word “irregardless,” I am...– anonymous replies welcome.
JUNIOR (The Capuchin) We rescued Junior a couple months ago out here on the farm. His mother had been killed by some douchebag who left him in an abandoned shack, starving and, literally, minutes away from death. We brought him home, gave him cows milk and fruit, and nursed him back to health. These days Junior is full of energy, lives happily at the farm and is always stoked to see us. Pretty...
Use your powers for good
MEETING THE WHALES The best days are never planned and yesterday was a prime example. What began as a late-starting fishing trip turned into one of the most magical days I’ve had down here in the Osa. At 8am, Becca, D and I swam to the boat from Backwash and proceeded to head out in search of fish. The water was glassy and the ride was smooth. After I caught a Snapper and a Jack, and D caught...