1. I'm not to be trifled with and
2. Experimenting with how far I need to go before people start calling the happy home on me.
The following is by far my best attempt to come of as a dangerous psychopath in a long time. You would not believe how fun it is to call up an old friend (who you are aware is getting into taxidermy as a hobby) and offer to drive around and pick up road kill for giggles. It's fun. Ignoring the intrinsic hilarity that swerving off the highway for a dead animal entails... ignoring the fundamental comedy that is trying (failing) to walk non-nonchalantly down a busy road while carrying a partially crushed rodent.... I had a vested interest in collecting dead things. Namely, I want to make my shiny new xbox into a bone horror. That is, I'm looking to harvest the bones from these animals and turn the xbox, and a controller, into something that a necromancer might call his cigar box. Here is the state of that project:
|Blurry night time picture of a freshly dug grave|
ps. if you clicked on the links, the answer is gravel.