Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
02 August 2011
The days are already getting shorter and we're always running out of time.
In my spare time, I like scrolling around on google aerial maps, looking for bomb craters near Yucca Flats in the Nevada test site.
If I could have a sabbatical, I'd drive out there, on the alien highway, and set atop Tikaboo Peak for a while, looking for the lights that come out of Area 51. We've seen them before, funny lightning strikes that only strike up there, beyond those mountains.
It would be ok if there were no lights. The dogs could run around out there a good, long while. I would wear sturdy shoes, and protect them from the coyotes. We'd drive up to Tonopah for pancakes, and visit the uranium mines. I'd wish I owned my very own hazmat suit.
Summer vacation should always be so grand.
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funnily, my first reaction to your photo on fb was "basking in the glow of a nuclear blast..."
valpig
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