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My jaw was quite sore. Execution photos don't really turn me on. I feel very up-to-date, now. For example, I came up with a new variety of Very Angry Squid - Soreteuthis. Lisa devoted wonderful attention to Archie details, like his superb, though terrifying leather beak. According to Museum files, Allan Janus would drink just about anything he could cadge, rum included if it was on offer; but his favorite tipple seems to have been the local apple jack. Of course, they could always be better. In disguise, the boys sing the theme song Anahoni ko Honi during the thrilling climax. In fact, my advice to bloggers is to post a screencap of the cobra dance from time to time - then sit back and watch your traffic skyrocket.
Meanwhile in the Circle, hideous carnage ensues as the rare elusive dangerous Gray Dire Cat leaps at poor Natasha.
While in my state of unconsciousness, I dreamed that I was a minor functionary in a small underfunded museum - it was horrible. Also appearing is another of our favorite actors, the Great Pran, as Kishenlal, seen above in a shocking bad hat. Above, Archie on board the Pauline, Lisa's sailboat. Our maintenance man Gus was very kindly given this fine vintage Russian fire helmet by Dr.
Me - Just don't want it, Kev. Curiously, he didn't attack - just sat and stared at me in a sad sort of way. Me - No, thanks, Kevin - not interested. Also in squid news, the various squid classifications mentioned here earlier - Porchiteuthis, Arborteuthis - have inspired a couple of not-yet-discovered species of giant squid.
I still call them firehouse eggs, by the way. I walked past the booth of a dealer in historic photographs - let's call him "Kevin". The picture is from a recent foggy morning in downtown DC - one of the lions at the Grant Memorial on the US Capitol grounds, which I snapped on another foggy day last January.
While in my state of unconsciousness, I dreamed that I was a minor functionary in a small underfunded museum - it was horrible. And then have a snack at the salad bar. The Museum Cats have hunkered down for the duration, and after I put the pork roast into go in the oven, I'm going to take a nap. I wish I'd said that.