Two Fucking Bald Eagles!

The title of this post was the hard part. I contemplated several permutations:

Two Bald Eagles, Fucking
Fucking Bald Eagles
Bald, Fucking Eagles
Eagles: Bald and Fucking

I was gallivanting in the "backyard" and saw some bald eagles doing what I thought was fucking. As it turns out, bald eagles do not fuck in the air--but they do have an elaborate courtship routine that includes talon-locking and spirals and stuff. Look it up, it's a cool sight. It made the geese on the pond very nervous.

I hope that the pair stick around in the midst of all the fucking development around here, and don't get zapped by those high-tension wires near the power station.

Alas, I didn't have a camera with me. I need to find that roll of film that I shot of fucking camels (that was awesome). Fucking bald eagles actually looks like this (check out dude's bald eagle gallery):

hee hee

Monkeypuss has no fear

I've attempted to raise this kitty to be not okay with "outside". Today, she totally slippeed outside through an open window. Yowling to go out is her new cool thing. I might have to drown her in the bathtub for real (once I don something with long sleeves and leather).

At Last....

I've found a woman who is beautiful and believes that there is beauty in the world. Another beauty-seeker (thus, a good match for me)? I love her. She doesn't like me to take photos of her, so this is a rare one. She's amazing, really.

Happy.
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That Active Lifestyle Will Put You In An Early Grave, My Friends

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The best quote from the story is this:

“He was the safest person I ever met in my life; he made sure he did everything right.”

Apparently not. Dude could have been doin' bong hits on the couch instead of thrill-seekin'. I heard about this over the weekend, and one of my (former) senior project managers was on the tv being all monotone about witnessing a death.

I suppose that we all get our rocks off in different ways. Luckily, the rock hasn't killed me yet. Damaged teeth, liver, feelings, and the stds seem to be about as bad as it gets with music. The good news is that the OC are on the verge, man. I hope that people dig it, and it's not all SCFS and only interesting to the musicians that are playing it. I'm having more fun with this band than I've had with any others. Two new friends that are getting it is enough for me to declare that it's a success. I need to get my ampeg rig running so that I can deal with the arms race that is ongoing. I'm thinking that we might have to move the bass amp so that it doesn't hurt the floor tom so much. I'm seriously looking at four string multi-course instruments. I think that it'll make my solo practice regimen more bearable (essentially a new instrument). I'm virtually worthless without Tidwell, though. Last week, I attempted to play some of our material sans drums, and I couldn't. I was not feeling the groove. Maybe this is a decent rhythm section? She's the better half of the section, though.