the world has turned and left me here

you won't

Of all people Syrhea came to visit a few weekends back. We figured we hadn't seen each other in 4 years, almost since high school that is. Here is an assortment of random pictures from what turned out to be one of the zaniest weekends on record here in Lincoln.

You heard me: zany. Time permitting, I will zanily annotate these zaneographic pictures for your zaning pleasure.

giant moss-eating tobacco worms

Dream in which I have a phone conversation in stilted German with Franka Potente. I also discover an isolated colony of tobacco worms which only eat a rare kind of forest moss. Some of these worms have grown to be three or four feet in length. They've glutted themselves, and look like shiny brown sausages about to burst at the seams.