"Why do birds suddenly appear...every time you are near? Just like me, they want to be close to you." - Hal David (This was the song my parents danced to at their wedding. Good choice!)
False positivity is a trap. Some of you may think "Look at this guy, he's ready to party! I love it." No. Look at his face. Really look at him. This is a scene of unimaginable darkness.
This "lady" is a robot.
No explanation necessary.
Massage party. Do you ever go to these? I'd love to know more. As of right now, all I have is this photo.
I don't remember where this came from, or whether this guy is a real captain. My intuition tells me he is, but I can't say for sure.
This is in Phnom Phen. Lots of scooters there! Seems fun.
A Russian passport picture. It says "Sashenka" on it, so that's a clue.
"The Shimizu family on the beach." I don't know why I included this one. The colors, I guess.
Geocities is now only available in Japan! I just looked into it.
Hawaiian shirt + hat.
Twins (I assume).
You know, I've never held a cold can on my face or head to cool off. I used to play pickup basketball with some guys who would bring beers to drink after the game. One day, one of the guys of them fell hard on the asphalt and bonked his head. He lay there holding his head, and then ran to the side of the court, where he grabbed a Coors Light out of the bag and held it on the back of his head. Those beers had been sitting out there for a while, so they weren't that cold. I don't know if it helped, but I DO know that right after that he began putting on a lot of weight, and he eventually weighed almost 300 pounds and could no longer play. Also he tore his ACL and MCL. He had a history of terrible violence, and always seemed to be clinging tenuously to civility. I didn't really miss him. I don't play there anymore.
This raccoon was named "Rocky," like the song. I imagine it's a VERY popular name for pet raccoons.
This was from a guide on how to make your own (epoxy) hooves. Hooves for your hands are way different than foot hooves. At the time there was a large online community of people who discussed ways to become horses. Obviously the hooves were just a superficial upgrade, but these people were serious about it, and desperately wanted to permanently modify their bodies, or just put their brain into a horse body. Many of them expressed regret that the science would not catch up to their desire within their lifetimes. Some people are just born too soon!!!
I don't know anything about this. Medical stuff?
Croc. Do you think those guys who wrestle crocs trank them first? "Trank" means tranquilize. I'd trank them if I was going to wrestle, but maybe some of these dudes like the challenge of un-tranked croc wrestling. In high school I took some dog tranks and it felt pretty crazy. I was just going to stay home and listen to jazz, but my friends came over and took me to this fancy party. Guests at this party included: Perry Farrell, No Doubt, Tom Morello, some guys from Fishbone or something, 311 I think? It was very surreal. I'm not making this up. It took a while for the tranks to wear off, and I couldn't tell if I felt real weird from the tranks, or because I was wandering around this party full of successful rockers.
Hey, I found another picture from that human-to-equine transformation site. Maybe this will be useful, if not in making your own hooves, then at least in understanding the peccadilloes of your fellow man.
Isn't it neat that people can tell by the way water looks and moves whether it's hot or cold? Do you know what I mean? Hot water fills a mug differently than cold water. We are very connected to this stuff.