This is my Mother’s Day gift to myself…he’s a nodder (bobblehead) from the 1920s. He’s supposed to be a French bulldog, but…well….
in case you were wondering
Between my first post (the sloth being tickled) and my second (Cromagnon) I was attacked by my daughter’s maniac cat and commenced bleeding from about a dozen separate punctures. Hence the shift in tone.
I always think of this song at Easter……Cromagnon, Caledonia, from 1969. The only other person I can think of doing stuff like this in the 60s was Don Van Vliet when he and Zappa were messing around together (frightening that they went to the same high school.)
I’ve watched this about a dozen times - the best part is how sad he looks when the tickling stops (don’t worry - it starts again.)
I believe perhaps I need a life…
Okay, let’s see….replace all of the tea, one of the coffees and the note book and pen with whisky and I think we’ll be good to go.
(via artbeatofmysoul)
In re: #2. I’m already far too old for this to be true. I believe that, if pursued properly, a person can make his or her body so toxic that germs refuse to live there.
It’s like those people that tell you to eat 30% less than you’d choose to, run every day and you’ll live a lot longer. Really? Or will it just seem longer?
(Source: ilookbetterwiththelightsoff1906, via artbeatofmysoul)
Pinned Shoes from Erwina Ziomkowska “consist of 2 kilograms of pins”. Is it possible?
What are they made of, lead?
