October 17, 2006

# 111





I have no anterior cruciate ligament or ulterior motive for posting these images other than the urge to do so. If you're American, sue me at your earliest convenience and/or leisure. If you're from elsewhere on this spherical plane, love me tenderly for I wilt under pressure.*




































* Why can't we get along?




13 comments:

Under the Radar said...

Nice photies!

That last one nicely sums up how i feel right now.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I want that animal on the branch as a sidekick.

Kaufman said...

There were two of these fine Red Pandas in the enclosure (there may be more now). The other one was walking around nervously, as though expecting something collosal to happen. Nothing did.

I get the feeling the one I took a photo of is the male of the species.

Yasamin said...

damnit Toasty took my idea. lol

isnt that fuzzball just the cutest thing. lol

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I am suddenly reminded that they have a couple of red panda's at Perth zoo.

I wanted one of those as a sidekick too. It's funny how my mind only works backwards sometimes.

Under the Radar said...

!oot eM

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

!Heh!

benjibopper said...

fandamntastic! it's the latest jean-claude movie but it also describes these visual delicatasties.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

If only someone would release that movie.

I'm still waiting for my script for 'Fast Bowl' to be approved.

It will star Van Damme as Trent Bridge - an undercover Belgian Secret Service Agent who is trying to catch a terrorist operating amongst the England Cricket team.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

The terrorist is Steven Seagal, in case you were wondering.

Michael Ironside will feature as a hard bitten umpire

mcBlogger said...

I wish I could see those, I'll have to check it out at home.

reverendtimothy said...

That first photo is unbelievably brilliant. Is there a story to accompany it?

Kaufman said...

As has become the norm, the comments have exploded without my input. Imagine a self-generating blog where one isn't obliged to contribute in any way: the wheels click over every few increments of mother time's dial; words trickle downward to land in any given order (preferably with a modicum of sense [but what is sense anyway?]); minds from around the globe tap feverishly at their boarded keys perpetuating the cycle.

It is but a dream.

In short, the movie reads like it could have legs to run on. More importantly, it reads like it could have kegs to fun on. There is also a story to accompany the first photo, although production has yet to finish. The director's cut should be out in time for Christmas. Hopefully, it will run in the black this time.

But seriously, Reverend, it was taken south of Cairns as one of the local farmers was burning off the trash (left over bits after a harvest) from his sugar cane field. I'll go into more detail the next time we chug.