You had to do it didn't you, and I thought I could escape... but NOOOOO... I just spent the past hour rifling through your (gorgeous) images and getting smacked about the cranium with such thoughts as "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to wolf with the red roses?...” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes.” “I bet you say that to all the boys.” What’s that all about? Hmm?
that's right graymalkin... but tell me this... why would I be thinking of a meatloaf (epic) du-wop when I am looking at pictures of cherry blossom trees and metal robots hmmm?
must purge thoughts onto paper... this could get ugly.
Suzanna, meet Graymalkin, Font of Useless Knowledge (tm). He and I knew each other back when we were loafing college students. Graymalkin, meet Suzanna. She appears to be a clever and unpredictable blogger, but I met her over the internet, so we have to take it on faith that she's not actually a side-project of Dick Cheney's Robo-Hart (TM).
Nice to make your acquaintance Graymalkin. And to set both of you at ease… although I am in no way a product of Dick Cheney or the long arm of his political law, I am continually astonished at his amazing ability to make the fox-trot look flawless. Rrrawr.
I wish the shot of the white spiral on the wall had come out better; it's one of those shots that the set would look better without, but the room was just so excellent... a bare cement cell, no light except for what came in from the hall, and when you first go in you can't see anything but then your eyes adjust and you realize some artist has painted all three solid walls with a ragged white spiral on the concrete.
jenn: good work putting tangential amusements aside. I have a hard time with that. shiny...
mysfit: I've seen some photo fu from you on occasion. and believe me, those battery tunnels are low-hanging fruit. [goes to check tourist.]
I had visions of Marilyn Monroe in a flak vest. And not the -good- kind, if you know what I mean. Woke up in a ravine with the taste of poison oak and cheap croissants in my mouth.
I do NOT recommend it. No, no, no. Sometimes two great tastes do NOT go great together.
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You had to do it didn't you, and I thought I could escape... but NOOOOO... I just spent the past hour rifling through your (gorgeous) images and getting smacked about the cranium with such thoughts as "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to wolf with the red roses?...” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes.” “I bet you say that to all the boys.”
What’s that all about? Hmm?
Meatloaf. Bat Out of Hell track 2: you took the words right out of my mouth (hot summer night)
that's right graymalkin... but tell me this... why would I be thinking of a meatloaf (epic) du-wop when I am looking at pictures of cherry blossom trees and metal robots hmmm?
must purge thoughts onto paper... this could get ugly.
oh & monkey0... answer about hotbarney answered over there. -->
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Suzanna, meet Graymalkin, Font of Useless Knowledge (tm). He and I knew each other back when we were loafing college students. Graymalkin, meet Suzanna. She appears to be a clever and unpredictable blogger, but I met her over the internet, so we have to take it on faith that she's not actually a side-project of Dick Cheney's Robo-Hart (TM).
ah the internet, where Men are Men, Women are frequently Men, and Children are actually members of Various Constabulary.
Wisconsin. Mmmmm... cheese.
Nice to make your acquaintance Graymalkin. And to set both of you at ease… although I am in no way a product of Dick Cheney or the long arm of his political law, I am continually astonished at his amazing ability to make the fox-trot look flawless. Rrrawr.
as I have come to expect from you, S., I believe that is the first time in human history that those words have been typed in that order.
dammit, you take the pictures i wish i could...
oh, and monkey, keep your eye on the tourist, i predict that a wish of yours may be granted soon
I wish the shot of the white spiral on the wall had come out better; it's one of those shots that the set would look better without, but the room was just so excellent... a bare cement cell, no light except for what came in from the hall, and when you first go in you can't see anything but then your eyes adjust and you realize some artist has painted all three solid walls with a ragged white spiral on the concrete.
jenn: good work putting tangential amusements aside. I have a hard time with that. shiny...
mysfit: I've seen some photo fu from you on occasion. and believe me, those battery tunnels are low-hanging fruit. [goes to check tourist.]
I love living here and having all this at my fingertips! Thanks for sharing the fantastic shots.
BH - yes, it's tops, isn't it? the abandoned bunkers are really the proverbial icing on the cake.
or no, maybe it's the Old Portrero rye that's the icing on the cake.
hm, I should take a flask of Old Portrero out to the bunkers and see what happens...
Hey Monkey - Let me know how that goes for you. Could be the next "hot thing" for all those wannabe hipsters.
Just think, I'll be able to say I knew you when...
WHOA, no, not the next big thing.
I had visions of Marilyn Monroe in a flak vest. And not the -good- kind, if you know what I mean. Woke up in a ravine with the taste of poison oak and cheap croissants in my mouth.
I do NOT recommend it. No, no, no. Sometimes two great tastes do NOT go great together.
>sometimes two great tastes do NOT go great together.
Are you referring to Old Protrero and bunkers or poison oak and cheap croissants? Is Technu the next 'I can't believe it's not butter'?
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