V. Squirrel? Looks like ghost of squirrel past.J. Ah you know how those ghostly squirrels are, they just never got away and they are always chattering but you can’t quiet hear them. So most people dismiss the noise as nothing but really… it’s the ghosts of all those squirrels that get run over every year, they come back with a vengeance. But unfortunately their imaginary nuts, just really don’t have much impact on the people or the cars that they throw them at. Thus you end up with a lot of frustrated vengeful squirrels. Eventually they get rather tired of running around neighborhoods and play chicken with the cars that killed them in the first place—after all dead ghostly squirrels really aren’t that much smarter then living squirrels—they migrate slowly into the more wooded areas. They live in communes together in the forests and eventually one by one they fade. However, there is always more of them to replace the others—rather like the rabbits. After all they breed like bunnies there are always more of them… living or dead!V. Oho, this is why there always seem to be more and more squirrels everywhere! Like my back yard, where they keep forgetting where they buried the nuts, so they have to look everywhere… Maybe you’ll run across a squirrel commune when you have your camera. After you take that picture of new batteries.J. Ah but did you know the real reason that they forgot where their nuts where? That’s because all of the ghost squirrels, confuse the living squirrels so much that they can’t find their nuts. Because the dead ones know where they are but they are so frustrated that they can’t eat the nuts—they can’t even dig them up poor things. That they usually decide that if they can’t have the nuts then those who can actually eat them sure as hell aren’t getting a hold of any nuts.V. Oh! I saw one yesterday afternoon. I was driving, and this tiny little juvenile squirrel darted into the middle of a busy street, then sat looking wildly about and turning in circles as cars zoomed in all directions, and ghost squirrels tried to pummel it with nuts…J. Poor little squirrel, he so did not know what hit him. I can just hear all of the ghost squirrels cackling from the side walks. Because after they’re dead they are much smarter and quiet a bit nastier. At least most of them. I’m sure somewhere there is the few lonely little ghost squirrels who try and do good but their voices aren’t heard over the chatter of the others.The second photograph has been edited by vanilla-vanilla. This conversation was carried out via DeviantArt, by my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself. Feel free to browse around this conversation and for others which may or may not appear here at a future date. I hope your day/evening is a good one.View full size

V. Squirrel? Looks like ghost of squirrel past.

J. Ah you know how those ghostly squirrels are, they just never got away and they are always chattering but you can’t quiet hear them. So most people dismiss the noise as nothing but really… it’s the ghosts of all those squirrels that get run over every year, they come back with a vengeance. But unfortunately their imaginary nuts, just really don’t have much impact on the people or the cars that they throw them at. Thus you end up with a lot of frustrated vengeful squirrels. Eventually they get rather tired of running around neighborhoods and play chicken with the cars that killed them in the first place—after all dead ghostly squirrels really aren’t that much smarter then living squirrels—they migrate slowly into the more wooded areas. They live in communes together in the forests and eventually one by one they fade. However, there is always more of them to replace the others—rather like the rabbits. After all they breed like bunnies there are always more of them… living or dead!

V. Oho, this is why there always seem to be more and more squirrels everywhere! Like my back yard, where they keep forgetting where they buried the nuts, so they have to look everywhere… Maybe you’ll run across a squirrel commune when you have your camera. After you take that picture of new batteries.

J. Ah but did you know the real reason that they forgot where their nuts where? That’s because all of the ghost squirrels, confuse the living squirrels so much that they can’t find their nuts. Because the dead ones know where they are but they are so frustrated that they can’t eat the nuts—they can’t even dig them up poor things. That they usually decide that if they can’t have the nuts then those who can actually eat them sure as hell aren’t getting a hold of any nuts.

V. Oh! I saw one yesterday afternoon. I was driving, and this tiny little juvenile squirrel darted into the middle of a busy street, then sat looking wildly about and turning in circles as cars zoomed in all directions, and ghost squirrels tried to pummel it with nuts…

J. Poor little squirrel, he so did not know what hit him. I can just hear all of the ghost squirrels cackling from the side walks. Because after they’re dead they are much smarter and quiet a bit nastier. At least most of them. I’m sure somewhere there is the few lonely little ghost squirrels who try and do good but their voices aren’t heard over the chatter of the others.

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The Dreaded Human Addiction V. Something lurking down there, but can’t quite tell what it is… Oh, wait! It’s moving! J. Slowly inching it’s way beneath the snow…. it’s the river monster attempting in vain to escape from the confines of the river, to breath out while there is snow upon the ground because only then can he walk on dry earth. The snow creates a buffer layer between him and the cruel water sucking earth that would normally be fatal! V. Getting ready to pounce, I’m sure! Or is he just dying for someone to read him a story? J. That story was just so good, it made me so hungry that… well, I just couldn’t resist a little nibble and after a nibble, well you might as well go for the mouthful. V. Exactly, that’s how monsters succumb to “human addiction”. J. Ah yes the dreaded ”human addiction”, it is afflicting more and more creak monsters of late. Their natural food supply is simply diminishing and the tasty but addictive human’s are growing more and more abundant giving the poor creak monster little opption. V. Another instance of human encroachment on wildlife habitat! Well, at least humans are edible, eh…!? And if they’re also addictive, well, that’s a great bonus! Helps cut down the human population and feeds the creek monsters…) J. Only perhaps then we might end up with an over abundance of creak monsters and then were would we be? When their hunger and their addiction gets so bad that they try and creep out of the creaks more? In the winder when it snows enough to allow them to travel farther and farther from the safety of the water? Mmmm and the down fall of the human race has been found. V. When the city streets and parks are crawling with creek monsters! Aaagh! J. Lions, Tigers and Creak Monsters! Oh My! V. :) This conversation was carried out via DeviantArt, by my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself. Feel free to browse around this conversation and for others which may or may not appear here at a future date. I hope your day/evening is a good one.View full size

The Dreaded Human Addiction

V. Something lurking down there, but can’t quite tell what it is… Oh, wait! It’s moving!

J. Slowly inching it’s way beneath the snow…. it’s the river monster attempting in vain to escape from the confines of the river, to breath out while there is snow upon the ground because only then can he walk on dry earth. The snow creates a buffer layer between him and the cruel water sucking earth that would normally be fatal!

V. Getting ready to pounce, I’m sure! Or is he just dying for someone to read him a story?

J. That story was just so good, it made me so hungry that… well, I just couldn’t resist a little nibble and after a nibble, well you might as well go for the mouthful.

V. Exactly, that’s how monsters succumb to “human addiction”.

J. Ah yes the dreaded ”human addiction”, it is afflicting more and more creak monsters of late. Their natural food supply is simply diminishing and the tasty but addictive human’s are growing more and more abundant giving the poor creak monster little opption.

V. Another instance of human encroachment on wildlife habitat! Well, at least humans are edible, eh…!? And if they’re also addictive, well, that’s a great bonus! Helps cut down the human population and feeds the creek monsters…)

J. Only perhaps then we might end up with an over abundance of creak monsters and then were would we be? When their hunger and their addiction gets so bad that they try and creep out of the creaks more? In the winder when it snows enough to allow them to travel farther and farther from the safety of the water? Mmmm and the down fall of the human race has been found.

V. When the city streets and parks are crawling with creek monsters! Aaagh!

J. Lions, Tigers and Creak Monsters! Oh My!

V. :)

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Creak Monster Munch 2 V. There’s that river monster again, just below the surface… This one also has a nice mood; I like the almost b/w quality. J. Ah, but you know now the river monster doesn’t feel the need to break free because he can come up and breath whenever he wants to. So he’s not as restless as he is when the river is frozen over completely. V. Tis the season where he loves to stick his neck out and stretch after a winter under the ice… J. He’s like, “MMmm… I can just smell all that freedom and all those tasty hiker toes in their yummy stinky hiking boots… and I can’t wait to eats me some of those!” V. Oh, I have a pair of hiking boots he can have… I’ll keep my feet, though! J. There you go. Fishing for creak monsters by taking off your hiking boots and dangling them in the water instead of your toes. You are definitely one of the smarter hikers around. V. Hopefully that’ll keep me out of the monster’s belly for another season. This conversation was conducted on DeviantArt between my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself krazysidhe. For it and other conversations feel free to hunt around, we hope you’ve enjoyed today’s installment.View full size

Creak Monster Munch 2

V. There’s that river monster again, just below the surface… This one also has a nice mood; I like the almost b/w quality.

J. Ah, but you know now the river monster doesn’t feel the need to break free because he can come up and breath whenever he wants to. So he’s not as restless as he is when the river is frozen over completely.

V. Tis the season where he loves to stick his neck out and stretch after a winter under the ice…

J. He’s like, “MMmm… I can just smell all that freedom and all those tasty hiker toes in their yummy stinky hiking boots… and I can’t wait to eats me some of those!”

V. Oh, I have a pair of hiking boots he can have… I’ll keep my feet, though!

J. There you go. Fishing for creak monsters by taking off your hiking boots and dangling them in the water instead of your toes. You are definitely one of the smarter hikers around.

V. Hopefully that’ll keep me out of the monster’s belly for another season.

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Creak Monster Munch

V. Nice… It looks very soft and inviting. Maybe go for a swim…

J. It’s warmer in here, come and jump in you know that you want to. That’s the water monster whispering to you, telling you that you really do want to go for a swim. And he wants a snack.

V. Probably wants to nibble my toes…!

J. AH but the problem with a nibble, is that creak water monsters are deceptive. The creak might not be very deep but they are really very big and long because they smoosh down and spread out. So that in the end a nibble for water monster is actually very large bite for you and me.

V. You mean big like no more toes? or off at the knees?

J. Rather somewhere in the middle I think. Rather like off at the ankle but you might not realize it right away because he has very sharp teeth. So, you’d probably be trying to walk away and fall over flat on your face because you don’t have foot that you thought was there, only it wasn’t really there… And then maybe all of you would fall through the ice if you fall hard enough and that’s when he gets those nice big meals that keep him fed throughout the year.

V. OK, I’ll keep the tootsies out of the water!

J. Just dabble them in the edge while you lean over and put the boot in the deeper water. Then you can get your feet wet and not get your toes munched off—though I can’t guarantee your creak monster won’t have bigger teeth and take off your whole arm—and it will be all good. Save for the walking back to the car or trail head without two boots, which could prove problematic depending on what type of trail it is.

V. Yes, I can see myself limping back down the trail with one boot and one arm…

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Image Note: Recycling bin at school for drink cans and bottles. Among other things… apparently. V. Ha hah… What!? Hey, dudes, who’s drinking the hydrogen peroxide! J. Hahaha, that’s what I wanted to know. Along with all the alcohol on campus? Though that probably came from an opening event at the gallery down stairs, it still amused me. V. Mmm, yes. The new martini? 2 oz gin, 1 oz vermouth and a splash of hydrogen peroxide? J. It’s quiet nice, I had one the other night. It has a wonderfully fizzy after taste that kind of lingers in your mouth like rabies. I was quiet sure that Mr. I.P. Freely over there was going to kill over the first time his date started foaming at the mouth, it was really quiet impressive. V. Wow! “lingers in your mouth like rabies” OK, whew. I had to cover my mouth to keep from spewing tea all over the monitor… J. *evil grins* I must admit I was rather proud of myself when that line came out. It just worked wonderfully. Just don’t ruin your monitor that would be rather sad. V. Yup, it was a great moment. Almost makes me wish I had been too slow with the hand-mouth coordination so I could have taken a picture of the spewage to post. J. That would rather be funny in a sad kind of why, I must admit I was drinking coffee when I read that… tough, luckily I didn’t get so bad. V. Yes! This conversation was conducted on DeviantArt between my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself krazysidhe. It has not been edited or altered from it’s original form. For this conversation and others feel free to hunt around or wait here for more, we hope you’ve enjoyed today’s installment.View full size

Image Note: Recycling bin at school for drink cans and bottles. Among other things… apparently.

V. Ha hah… What!? Hey, dudes, who’s drinking the hydrogen peroxide!

J. Hahaha, that’s what I wanted to know. Along with all the alcohol on campus? Though that probably came from an opening event at the gallery down stairs, it still amused me.

V. Mmm, yes. The new martini? 2 oz gin, 1 oz vermouth and a splash of hydrogen peroxide?

J. It’s quiet nice, I had one the other night. It has a wonderfully fizzy after taste that kind of lingers in your mouth like rabies. I was quiet sure that Mr. I.P. Freely over there was going to kill over the first time his date started foaming at the mouth, it was really quiet impressive.

V. Wow! “lingers in your mouth like rabies” OK, whew. I had to cover my mouth to keep from spewing tea all over the monitor…

J. *evil grins* I must admit I was rather proud of myself when that line came out. It just worked wonderfully. Just don’t ruin your monitor that would be rather sad.

V. Yup, it was a great moment. Almost makes me wish I had been too slow with the hand-mouth coordination so I could have taken a picture of the spewage to post.

J. That would rather be funny in a sad kind of why, I must admit I was drinking coffee when I read that… tough, luckily I didn’t get so bad.

V. Yes!

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V. Nice branches… Poor tree!J. Makes a nice image against the snow though.V. It does make a good image. Hope the bigger trunk part has some branches, too…J. I think it’s probably dead, poor little thing. That was all of it there was. It’s one of those smaller trees in a fairly dense canopied area, that probably will not make it to maturity because it hast to fight too hard to reach up high enough to get to the sunlight through all of the other trees.V. Too bad, but, it happens…J. It does and that is why we have cannibalistic trees because they feed off the decaying bodies of the young that have been spawned by themselves and their neighbors… Now there is an interesting theory for how we might cut down on over population. Follow natures example…V. Ah, yes. It would work very well… Following natures, example, Jonathan Swift, “A Modest Proposal”. Scroll down for example to: A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.J. *chuckles* It has possibilities, though I suppose most would resort to cats and dogs first. Mmm Swift, I haven’t had to delve into that in a long while.V. Mmm, we could make a 3-meat stew! I’ll bet that would sell.J. Soup of the day ABCD!A Baby, Cat and Dog Soup.Just $2.99 A Bowl.V. Wow! A bowl of 3-meat soup for under $3! Yay!J. I know. That’s what you get when you use cat and dog, though I suppose baby might up the price some…V. !! Yes! Maybe that’s why it’s not $2.95…J. Yes, those special four pennies added onto the end. Little do people know that they are actually the very secret intermediate that adds magic to our soup. We very carefully take those last four penny’s and we add them to the tithe that we pay to hell. The one that allows us to add little baby’s and defenseless animals to our soup without fearing four our souls. Instead we just put everyone else in jeopardy but FEEDING it to you. Mwahahaha!V. Oh, wow! I’m seriously laughing all over… I love it! :rose: (Hmm, maybe someday 3-meat soup will appear in a deviation… “For only four cents, we throw in the baby, and you can take the bath-water home!”)J. It’s guaranteed to cure all manor of allurements from the common cold to crabs and maybe even aids. Would you like to try some bath water now? Just remember you can not guarantee that your soul will survive in one piece.V. Ah, yes…This conversation in all it’s glory and others took place over here, between vanilla-vanilla and myself. It has not in any way been edited for grammar or content but left as it originally appeared.View full size

V. Nice branches… Poor tree!

J. Makes a nice image against the snow though.

V. It does make a good image. Hope the bigger trunk part has some branches, too…

J. I think it’s probably dead, poor little thing. That was all of it there was. It’s one of those smaller trees in a fairly dense canopied area, that probably will not make it to maturity because it hast to fight too hard to reach up high enough to get to the sunlight through all of the other trees.

V. Too bad, but, it happens…

J. It does and that is why we have cannibalistic trees because they feed off the decaying bodies of the young that have been spawned by themselves and their neighbors… Now there is an interesting theory for how we might cut down on over population. Follow natures example…

V. Ah, yes. It would work very well… Following natures, example, Jonathan Swift, “A Modest Proposal”. Scroll down for example to: A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.

J. *chuckles* It has possibilities, though I suppose most would resort to cats and dogs first. Mmm Swift, I haven’t had to delve into that in a long while.

V. Mmm, we could make a 3-meat stew! I’ll bet that would sell.

J. Soup of the day ABCD!
A Baby, Cat and Dog Soup.
Just $2.99 A Bowl.

V. Wow! A bowl of 3-meat soup for under $3! Yay!

J. I know. That’s what you get when you use cat and dog, though I suppose baby might up the price some…

V. !! Yes! Maybe that’s why it’s not $2.95…

J. Yes, those special four pennies added onto the end. Little do people know that they are actually the very secret intermediate that adds magic to our soup. We very carefully take those last four penny’s and we add them to the tithe that we pay to hell. The one that allows us to add little baby’s and defenseless animals to our soup without fearing four our souls. Instead we just put everyone else in jeopardy but FEEDING it to you. Mwahahaha!

V. Oh, wow! I’m seriously laughing all over… I love it! :rose: (Hmm, maybe someday 3-meat soup will appear in a deviation… “For only four cents, we throw in the baby, and you can take the bath-water home!”)

J. It’s guaranteed to cure all manor of allurements from the common cold to crabs and maybe even aids. Would you like to try some bath water now? Just remember you can not guarantee that your soul will survive in one piece.

V. Ah, yes…

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V. A giant comb, and… Ooh, wait! What’s that!? One ultra-rare photograph of picnic tables mating… :-) Wow, do they allow this stuff on DA?J. I don’t know. I think might have to put up a mature content warning on this one. I hadn’t thought of that until you said something. Amazing, I captured that moment without seeing the obvious… I wonder how big we can blow up the image, print it and plaster it around campus. Everyone will be totally amazed! They won’t know what hit them. Heheheheheh!V. Great idea! Won’t the faculty be surprised…J. Unfortunately, I’m afraid we might have to include diagrams to that people truly understand what is going on. Other wise they just might miss the awesomeness of the moment and that would really be sad.V. Ah, yes, must include the detailed, educational diagrams without which any discussion of other-species mating rituals is so incomplete.J. People get so bogged down in the details that they can not truly comprehend… after all most do still firmly believe that such objects are inanimate and thus incapable of such actions. That, I know a great many people when faced with such a truth have not been able to handle it.V. But now, with your photos and diagrams, and the video out there on the net, they’ll just have to believe! It’ll open a whole new world.J. And then no one will ever believe that I managed to do anything else with my life in the future. Because all they will remember is mating pick nick tables.V. Oh, yes! You do not want to be one of those authors/artists who do one really big thing and then everyone forgets that they ever did anything else. Like Carl Orff. J.D. Salinger. Harper Lee. Pachelbel… ;-) So, I agree. Better to bury the mating tables, and let someone “discover” it after you’re gone. Then people will say, “Wow, that J did all of that and this fabulous undiscovered work, too!”J. Of course then there is the risk that they will somehow try and name this variety of mating pick nick tables after you and that can be a rather scary thought as well.V. ! :lmao: Oh, yeah! But that could be lovely, couldn’t it? Doesn’t every woman want to have a species named after her? ;-) (Hmm, OK, you have to wonder about guys who name gross little parasitic worms after their wives and stuff… I mean, a species of flower is one thing, but.)J. “Honey, I’m home.”Kiss, kiss, “Welcome home, sweatheart. What did you do today?”“Well… I got a surprise.”“Oh, what is it?”“Here,” Hands a photo.“Mmmm… and what is this little wormy thing?” Tries to sound polite and interested.“That my dear, is the new species I named after you today. Isn’t it great,” Pulls out a wad of papers from his pocket, “See, I have a certificate of authenticity and everything. You my lovely are looking at the new form of fungus, the Mildred. Or as I call her Milly for short.”Btw, on a side note these things are cool [link].V. Yes! Exactly! The next frame is where she beans him with a frying pan! “Is that all I mean to you?” :crying: “Frank’s wife got a new rodent named after her…”And those fungi! Ooh, they look so incredibly ALIEN! Wow! And to think some of them are only down the road from Santa Banana. I might be able to see some in real life.J. Poor Bob, he just couldn’t do much to please Mildred… besides it would’ve served her right to have a rodent named after her. Frank’s wife was much to pretty to be named after a rodent but ahhh a fungi. She would make a beautiful one.I know aren’t they.V. LOL, she would make a beautiful fungus…!J. Fungi just have so much more class then those stinky pooping and eating little rodents.V. LOL…!This conversation in it’s entirety took place over here, and it was conducted between vanilla-vanilla and myself.View full size

V. A giant comb, and… Ooh, wait! What’s that!? One ultra-rare photograph of picnic tables mating… :-) Wow, do they allow this stuff on DA?

J. I don’t know. I think might have to put up a mature content warning on this one. I hadn’t thought of that until you said something. Amazing, I captured that moment without seeing the obvious… I wonder how big we can blow up the image, print it and plaster it around campus. Everyone will be totally amazed! They won’t know what hit them. Heheheheheh!

V. Great idea! Won’t the faculty be surprised…

J. Unfortunately, I’m afraid we might have to include diagrams to that people truly understand what is going on. Other wise they just might miss the awesomeness of the moment and that would really be sad.


V. Ah, yes, must include the detailed, educational diagrams without which any discussion of other-species mating rituals is so incomplete.

J. People get so bogged down in the details that they can not truly comprehend… after all most do still firmly believe that such objects are inanimate and thus incapable of such actions. That, I know a great many people when faced with such a truth have not been able to handle it.

V. But now, with your photos and diagrams, and the video out there on the net, they’ll just have to believe! It’ll open a whole new world.

J. And then no one will ever believe that I managed to do anything else with my life in the future. Because all they will remember is mating pick nick tables.

V. Oh, yes! You do not want to be one of those authors/artists who do one really big thing and then everyone forgets that they ever did anything else. Like Carl Orff. J.D. Salinger. Harper Lee. Pachelbel… ;-) So, I agree. Better to bury the mating tables, and let someone “discover” it after you’re gone. Then people will say, “Wow, that J did all of that and this fabulous undiscovered work, too!”

J. Of course then there is the risk that they will somehow try and name this variety of mating pick nick tables after you and that can be a rather scary thought as well.

V. ! :lmao: Oh, yeah! But that could be lovely, couldn’t it? Doesn’t every woman want to have a species named after her? ;-) (Hmm, OK, you have to wonder about guys who name gross little parasitic worms after their wives and stuff… I mean, a species of flower is one thing, but.)

J. “Honey, I’m home.”
Kiss, kiss, “Welcome home, sweatheart. What did you do today?”
“Well… I got a surprise.”
“Oh, what is it?”
“Here,” Hands a photo.
“Mmmm… and what is this little wormy thing?” Tries to sound polite and interested.
“That my dear, is the new species I named after you today. Isn’t it great,” Pulls out a wad of papers from his pocket, “See, I have a certificate of authenticity and everything. You my lovely are looking at the new form of fungus, the Mildred. Or as I call her Milly for short.”
Btw, on a side note these things are cool [link].

V. Yes! Exactly! The next frame is where she beans him with a frying pan! “Is that all I mean to you?” :crying: “Frank’s wife got a new rodent named after her…”
And those fungi! Ooh, they look so incredibly ALIEN! Wow! And to think some of them are only
down the road from Santa Banana. I might be able to see some in real life.

J. Poor Bob, he just couldn’t do much to please Mildred… besides it would’ve served her right to have a rodent named after her. Frank’s wife was much to pretty to be named after a rodent but ahhh a fungi. She would make a beautiful one.
I know aren’t they.

V. LOL, she would make a beautiful fungus…!

J. Fungi just have so much more class then those stinky pooping and eating little rodents.

V. LOL…!

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Dreams and FlipBooks


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J. I do so love dreams most of the time. *chuckles*

V. Dreams are great fun! Well, mostly. :-)

J. lol mostly dreams are great even those that are scary can be interesting in their own right. What scares you other then the obvious? I had a friend who dreamed about a raccoon chasing her around with a gun and one of the worst dreams I ever had was about giant flesh eating grasshoppers…

V. When I have nightmares, which isn’t often, they seem to involve just general spookiness, and sometimes werewolves. (I hate werewolves, and horror films in general anyway.) The other scary thing is sensations of inability to move, being “tied down” and/or squished.

J. I had a waking dream one time where I was asleep and I couldn’t move but I was in my room and I could hear people outside. That really freaked me out. Mostly it’s the unknown, something in the dark. Something I term a ‘monster’ but I don’t usually see it. I simply know what it is that it’s there.

V. Yeah, the “can’t move” sensation is a weird one. The Japanese call it “kanashibari”. I actually have the feeling of being squished and paralyzed sometimes, often associated with bad dreams, and wake up making weird noises. Hmm. Not a good topic before bed-time!

J. Wow, that’s really fascinating [link] and there are stories from all around the world as well. There is something in that. I shall sit on that and put it in my ideas folder for now. :)

V. Ah, good. In the ideas folder, where it will lurk, ready to pounce at a later date.:-)

J. Or be forgotten. I have some random things in there. I have gone back through it on occasion.

V. Ah, right, the folder of forgotten fantasies..:-)

J. Brilliant title, for something. But yeah something like that. Though It end to have the Note book of Forgotten Fantasies, which just doesn’t have the same ring…. how about FlipBook of Forgotten Fantasies?

V. Mm, the flipbook of forgotten fantasies. OK. Sounds interesting.

J. Could be a fun visual as opposed to something you’re actually meant to read. With the flipbook being often a momentary diversion to look at for a short time set aside and usually forget about.

Artist’s CommentsSo, a while back I posted a journal entry about train tracks and why they seem to fascinate so many people. Well there are lots of train tracks around the place but I admit I’ve never paid them much attention. I decide every so often I’m going to take a walk along a different stretch of the tracks and see what I find. To get out of the studio and do something different yesterday I walked along a stretch of tracks near campus.Here’s one thing that jumped out at me, bright orange dots. ;)V. These are fun! It looks like 7 or 8 different locations… Hmmm.J. Yeah I enjoyed it. Same tracks just different spots along it. I don’t know if it was someone having fun or someone marking something.V. It would be nice to think it had something to do with Morse code for aliens or an art project by a devotee of Christo and Jeanne-Claude but it’s more likely to be railway folks marking ties that need to be replaced… ?J. *chuckles* Well it’s not really on their scale at least the stuff of theirs that I know. Though that would be interesting and I suppose in some way it could be a massive scale. I think I’ll vote for alien code, I like that answer. ;) Or maybe it’s the squirrel’s, it must be the squirrel’s fault.Yeah, I wondered about the replaced ties, though most of them didn’t look any worse then any of the others at least as far as my uneducated eyes could tell.V. Hi! My name’s Crisco. I’m an installation aahrtist from Alpha Centauri. Last week I painted each railway tie with a bright orange dot from Bellingham WA to IN. I usually work bigger, but I’ve been a little sick. You should see what I did in 1054. Oh, wait, I guess you can see it. One of my finest “plasma balloons“…J. LOL. That just made my morning. *giggles*So, Crisco while you’re here can I ask you a few questions?Are you here to take over the world with art? Or is the whole alien domination and take over thing rather over done?V. Oh, dahling, we don’t just take over worlds. Our motto: “We’ll annihilate anything for Art.” Nothing gets your blood pumping in the morning like a supernova. And, as Joan-Clod says, “lasts longer than a box of radioactive Sharpies.”J. Hmmm… I see. Well then let me pose one of the fundamental questions to you, what is art? I’ve always been under the impression that supernova’s and such were naturally occurring. If you consider the creation of one art; what is heart to you and your people beyond the limitations of Earth?V. Ah, Ah. As I, Crisco, have written elsewhere in one of my many books available through Rip-Em-Right-Off-Press: Art is {all the stuff you draw/make/write/sculpt/sing/weave while you’re trying to become an Artist} minus all the bits involving feces. And the latter is sometimes negotiable, as you demonstrated brilliantly: link.  For example, the Trooblinquat Bemquine tribe of Beta Centauri IV produce very interesting and colorful fecal sculpture hundreds of meters tall and it has been hoity-toity art among them for 10,000 or so Earth years. And supernovae are far from naturally occurring, Grasshopper. You really have to work at one. They take several billion Earth years to actually bloom.J. Well, then you must’ve perfected the art of longevity as it seems we short lived humans have missed out on much.(You know perhaps it’s not so much about what artists make it’s about the fact that they make it and they present it as art. So it comes down to the presentation such as Duchamp’s Fountain. Or for example fecal sculptures; are made and presented as art and thus become art over time because they have been presented that way. We become defined by what people previously have declared as art. Lol as a side note this came up in my search for the above as a picture from Burning Man. lol or link.)V. Yes, humans do miss out on much with your short lifespans. Someday perhaps you’ll live long enough to see some of the art that other species have been making all around the galaxy for eons… :-)(Ah, Duchamp’s fountain. I never learned whether he made the fountain or just presented it. I’d have to argue, personally, that if he didn’t make it, it isn’t art, no matter how he presents it. In some sense it trivializes the creative act to simply take an object and present it unadorned. This separates goats from Goats dressed in tires and paint [link] a la Rauschenberg. Yes, it’s also true that we become defined by what people previously have declared as art as you say. Burning Man. Ah, never been to it, but I keep hearing about it year after year…)J. So, then you have not uncovered the secret of ever last life? You are simply blessed with long life spans?(He simply presented it as art. I don’t really care for him or the idea or the Dada movement; however, the observation I think stands. Simply in terms of what we present as art then can become viewed as art. So it’s those who present things who begin to define what art is. Which doesn’t persay answer the question but it is an element of some sort in the whole mess.Hahha poor goat.Yeah I haven’t been to Burning Man though I to keep hearing about it. It would be neat to go.)V. The secret of everlasting life? Don’t die. Very simple. The trick is living through the next “big fizzle” or “big collapse” and through the “big bang” that follows it on the other side. :-)Anyway… Dada can be fun in some ways, but it was mostly similar to what young people were doing in the 60s: doing whatever it takes to annoy the establishment. :-)J. *chuckles* Well in terms of art, and just people in general there will always be some element of that. Annoying the establishment, doing what they think is, ‘shocking’, but may or may not be anything that’s really new.V. Exactly. It’s mostly been done in one form or another through the ages, somewhere on Earth.This conversation can be found here and was carried on by myself and vanilla-vanilla.View full size

Artist’s Comments
So, a while back I posted a journal entry about train tracks and why they seem to fascinate so many people. Well there are lots of train tracks around the place but I admit I’ve never paid them much attention. I decide every so often I’m going to take a walk along a different stretch of the tracks and see what I find. To get out of the studio and do something different yesterday I walked along a stretch of tracks near campus.

Here’s one thing that jumped out at me, bright orange dots. ;)


V. These are fun! It looks like 7 or 8 different locations… Hmmm.

J. Yeah I enjoyed it. Same tracks just different spots along it. I don’t know if it was someone having fun or someone marking something.

V. It would be nice to think it had something to do with Morse code for aliens or an art project by a devotee of Christo and Jeanne-Claude but it’s more likely to be railway folks marking ties that need to be replaced… ?

J. *chuckles* Well it’s not really on their scale at least the stuff of theirs that I know. Though that would be interesting and I suppose in some way it could be a massive scale. I think I’ll vote for alien code, I like that answer. ;) Or maybe it’s the squirrel’s, it must be the squirrel’s fault.
Yeah, I wondered about the replaced ties, though most of them didn’t look any worse then any of the others at least as far as my uneducated eyes could tell.

V. Hi! My name’s Crisco. I’m an installation aahrtist from Alpha Centauri. Last week I painted each railway tie with a bright orange dot from Bellingham WA to IN. I usually work bigger, but I’ve been a little sick. You should see what I did in 1054. Oh, wait, I guess you can see it. One of my finest “plasma balloons“…

J. LOL. That just made my morning. *giggles*
So, Crisco while you’re here can I ask you a few questions?
Are you here to take over the world with art? Or is the whole alien domination and take over thing rather over done?

V. Oh, dahling, we don’t just take over worlds. Our motto: “We’ll annihilate anything for Art.” Nothing gets your blood pumping in the morning like a supernova. And, as Joan-Clod says, “lasts longer than a box of radioactive Sharpies.”

J. Hmmm… I see. Well then let me pose one of the fundamental questions to you, what is art? I’ve always been under the impression that supernova’s and such were naturally occurring. If you consider the creation of one art; what is heart to you and your people beyond the limitations of Earth?

V. Ah, Ah. As I, Crisco, have written elsewhere in one of my many books available through Rip-Em-Right-Off-Press: Art is {all the stuff you draw/make/write/sculpt/sing/weave while you’re trying to become an Artist} minus all the bits involving feces. And the latter is sometimes negotiable, as you demonstrated brilliantly: link.  For example, the Trooblinquat Bemquine tribe of Beta Centauri IV produce very interesting and colorful fecal sculpture hundreds of meters tall and it has been hoity-toity art among them for 10,000 or so Earth years. And supernovae are far from naturally occurring, Grasshopper. You really have to work at one. They take several billion Earth years to actually bloom.

J. Well, then you must’ve perfected the art of longevity as it seems we short lived humans have missed out on much.
(You know perhaps it’s not so much about what artists make it’s about the fact that they make it and they present it as art. So it comes down to the presentation such as Duchamp’s Fountain. Or for example fecal sculptures; are made and presented as art and thus become art over time because they have been presented that way. We become defined by what people previously have declared as art. Lol as a side note this came up in my search for the above as a picture from Burning Man. lol or link.)

V. Yes, humans do miss out on much with your short lifespans. Someday perhaps you’ll live long enough to see some of the art that other species have been making all around the galaxy for eons… :-)
(Ah, Duchamp’s fountain. I never learned whether he made the fountain or just presented it. I’d have to argue, personally, that if he didn’t make it, it isn’t art, no matter how he presents it. In some sense it trivializes the creative act to simply take an object and present it unadorned. This separates goats from Goats dressed in tires and paint [link] a la Rauschenberg. Yes, it’s also true that we become defined by what people previously have declared as art as you say. Burning Man. Ah, never been to it, but I keep hearing about it year after year…)

J. So, then you have not uncovered the secret of ever last life? You are simply blessed with long life spans?
(He simply presented it as art. I don’t really care for him or the idea or the Dada movement; however, the observation I think stands. Simply in terms of what we present as art then can become viewed as art. So it’s those who present things who begin to define what art is. Which doesn’t persay answer the question but it is an element of some sort in the whole mess.
Hahha poor goat.
Yeah I haven’t been to Burning Man though I to keep hearing about it. It would be neat to go.)

V. The secret of everlasting life? Don’t die. Very simple. The trick is living through the next “big fizzle” or “big collapse” and through the “big bang” that follows it on the other side. :-)
Anyway… Dada can be fun in some ways, but it was mostly similar to what young people were doing in the 60s: doing whatever it takes to annoy the establishment. :-)

J. *chuckles* Well in terms of art, and just people in general there will always be some element of that. Annoying the establishment, doing what they think is, ‘shocking’, but may or may not be anything that’s really new.

V. Exactly. It’s mostly been done in one form or another through the ages, somewhere on Earth.

This conversation can be found here and was carried on by myself and vanilla-vanilla.