Panga deposited another vole on the front steps.
She's all charged up again. Usually we can barely get her out of the house, usually just long enough to poop, and then she's back on the couch. (She takes one end of the couch and I take the other -- as long as I don't move my feet around too much, she won't attack them...)
But every time she has one of these hunter's moments, she'll stay outside for hours. Linda calls it "Vole Patrol."
I've taken to calling her -- the Vole-ciraptor.
Linda and I went to see Red, since it's based on a graphic novel.
Every time John Malkovich was on the screen I was laughing -- kind of embarrassing to be belly laughing when no one else in the theater is, but I couldn't help it. Just his double takes had me rolling in the aisle. Part of me was thinking, 'This really isn't that funny..." and part of me was laughing because I thought it was...
"They secretly dosed him with LSD every day for 11 years...."
"Oh......well, he's doing pretty good, then."
Sometime they ought to make a movie with Malkovich, Gary Oldman and Christopher Walken (anyone else)? I'd pay to see that.
After the movie, we went for a drive and ended up outside Terrebonne at a place called Borden Beck Wildlife Refuge.
I'm not sure I knew this place was there. We were just driving down country roads, marveling at some of the mansions on the hills, and the shacks on the flats.
It seems to me-- vague memory-- that there was an old, historic house on that stretch of the river at one time. But maybe I'm thinking of another place.
We followed the trail along the river to the end. A couple of grassy banks, and beautiful rock outcroppings, and lots of critters -- gorgeous day and a soft dry place to lay on the river bank and listen to the burbling and the crickets and the birds.
Been having vivid dreams. Lately of big houses or buildings with lots of secret rooms and corridors....
Linda says it's because I'm opening up to new parts of my consciousness.
Either that or I'm just Being John Malkovich....
"Mental Health Facility Set to Open...."
From reading about all the crazy stuff going on around here, I think we need it....
I enjoy watching Antiques Roadshow, but I also think it's a whole lot of hoooey. A bunch of nonsense.
I'll refrain from calling it a fraudulent enterprise, but in those areas that I have some expertise -- comics and cards -- I think they're Wildly Overpriced.
I wish they'd be put to the test.
"Babe Ruth signed baseball is worth $8,000.00? Great! Prove it by buying it from me for $4,000.00, right now. Hey....what are you hemming and hawing about? Wait....where are you going? Come back here!"
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