May 8, 2009
In Memory of Dankness Lost
Camera-phone. LG VX8300.
The nearest approximation of the dankness I could conjure up on short notice.
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Camera-phone. LG VX8300.
The nearest approximation of the dankness I could conjure up on short notice.
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Thank you, Sheilababy. Daryl actually has a number of good photos from the old Dallas Aquarium. I’ll nudge him this weekend to post some.
That gar. I know he knows about that gar. He said something about that old gar. Does he have photographs of that gar?
I will nudge him, too. Gar or no gar, the dankness is worth picturing and remembering.
I know for sure Daryl remembers the alligator snapping turtle, ’cause he posted a photograph.
When Flannery was little, she and I spent an afternoon at that Aquarium. I got terribly upset because something was wrong with the sea turtle habitat–it was full of bubbles, and the turtles were swimming fast and bumping into the glass. We were the only people in the Aquarium (as was often the case–part of the wonder of that place), and I had to make a scene to get the workers’ attention so that they’d do something about the turtles. I remember just bursting into tears over the whole thing. I have worried about those turtles for years.
That is the genuinely sad aspect of such places. Such things don’t happen in the brand-spanking new places that are always mobbed with loads of kids and parents. Well, at least they are attended to swiftly.
Ok. There are a trio of frog-type things with human arses and they live in a tank in Freddy’s backroom. They sort of hang in mid-water. All the time. Every time I am in Freddy’s, I am concerned about their welfare. We all hope they love rock n roll.
Ok, here’s a pic of one of them, though it is hard from this picture to see the human arse bit.
Oh, those are strange and wonderful froggish things.
I know. When you are visiting regularly, it is hard not to want to knit them a jumper or something. They are totally absent of any kind of fellow feeling from what I can tell, and mostly hide under their plastic castle thing, when the music gets loud.
I love them.
Oh, hell. That picture makes me think of house-sitting for my friend and of being the pool man while she was away and of the frogs and the skimmers.
I think I probably told that story, too.
I can’t look at that picture again, Lucy, and if ever I go to Freddy’s, I will have to steer clear of that tank.
It’s the story that prompted India to remind me that ‘little homunculus’ is a redundant phrase.
ok I will bring a cape when you come to Freddy’s and I will put it around the little frog-type things with human arses when you go into the backroom.
When I go into the backroom where there are little frog-type things with human arses, I will be in a David Cronenberg film.
with a cape around them.
“With a goat.”
yes.
I hope Cindy changes her mind about the roof. I won’t mention the knitted cycling machine inside her velcro suit to make her sweat off her pee, again.
Nor will I. The roof sounds lovely. I want to be on the roof this very instant.
Well you will have to give us time to put the nylon up and sew the velcro suit. Oh and for me to get over there, which I am hoping, later this month.
We would like that.
Okay, I’m back to longing for the roof. No sweating or exercise, though. Just velcro.
ok.
Must we have velcro? Can’t we secure Cindy to the hammock with something more aesthetically pleasing?
Couldn’t Cindy lounge odalisque-fashion on silk-covered cushions?
ok but she said she wanted velcro.
She may wish to reconsider.
it is up to her. we will do as she wishes.
We shall compromise and do a velcro-clad Odalisque. My silk gown will be securely attached to the divan, and as the evening progresses, you may be moved to toss me against the nylon-covered wall, to great dramatic effect.
I better tell Ross. We have a lot of work to do.
Wow, this is starting to sound like Art.
Tip the hat to ol’ Golding and call it Dankness Visible. Hinh hinh.