Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Mushroom Saga Continues
Remember when I told you that leaving my obscene mushrooms til the end of the day is not a good idea?
More fungii porn
See what I have to put up with? Are you listening, Mother Nature?! There were at least 10 "eggs" waiting for me under the mulch too. I've always loved gardening, you know, but no.
Incidentally, my experience with Ravenel's has at least provided an answer to one of my college years' quandaries: What in the heck is on the back of Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes album? Personally, I just assumed it was Tori being her usual slighly questionable self..
And, you know, it is. But it is also not just a figment of her angry but highly poetic mind. It is my mushroom, only slightly prettier and nonsmelly. Notice the taller one's cap has been picked dry, which is not unlike the men featured in her songs. If you would like to see this for yourself, please see the CD stack of any American woman between the ages of 25 and 40, directly between Jagged Little Pill and the Paula Cole.
*waits for you to return*
See what I mean? This has boggled me for years. Now I know.
It also reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from French Kiss:
"Look, Luc, this reminded me of you."
"Awwwwwwwwwwww"
Incidentally, I have never met a man outside of my family who could stay awake through that whole movie, but, personally, I think it's hilarious.
Finally, on a more festive note, a holiday picture, featuring me and a faux fireplace:
Sorry my hair is so blah, but it was quite foggy out. Just be glad it isn't an afro. Coming soon... HOLIDAY COOKIE RECIPES.
More fungii porn
See what I have to put up with? Are you listening, Mother Nature?! There were at least 10 "eggs" waiting for me under the mulch too. I've always loved gardening, you know, but no.
Incidentally, my experience with Ravenel's has at least provided an answer to one of my college years' quandaries: What in the heck is on the back of Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes album? Personally, I just assumed it was Tori being her usual slighly questionable self..
And, you know, it is. But it is also not just a figment of her angry but highly poetic mind. It is my mushroom, only slightly prettier and nonsmelly. Notice the taller one's cap has been picked dry, which is not unlike the men featured in her songs. If you would like to see this for yourself, please see the CD stack of any American woman between the ages of 25 and 40, directly between Jagged Little Pill and the Paula Cole.
*waits for you to return*
See what I mean? This has boggled me for years. Now I know.
It also reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from French Kiss:
"Look, Luc, this reminded me of you."
"Awwwwwwwwwwww"
Incidentally, I have never met a man outside of my family who could stay awake through that whole movie, but, personally, I think it's hilarious.
Finally, on a more festive note, a holiday picture, featuring me and a faux fireplace:
Sorry my hair is so blah, but it was quite foggy out. Just be glad it isn't an afro. Coming soon... HOLIDAY COOKIE RECIPES.
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