mood: alone
music: 'love song' by livid
the beginning. me and the gang at 5:30am. we were running late.
the poop sausage chunks at the denny's in santa maria. according to michelle, they were "delicious".
michelle is the first to fall, and like all good college students, we take the opportunity snap some good photos.
this is not the golden gate bridge. it's actually me holding up a transparency of the bridge against the background of the bay.
my treasured photo of sir charles david "golden" gate, esq., for whom the bridge is named.
this really pissed me off. what was i going to do with all those missles i had in my trunk now?
an infrared camera shot courtesy of the exploratorium. note that i have the coldest body of all of us. the truth is i'm an android capable of only a few human emotions, including sarcasm and cynicism.
it's a mosaic mirror. it also should be hanging on my wall because it's freakin' cool.
psychedelic montage/ipod ripoff, part one.
that poor mutant fish. as mel put it: 'i remember we were looking around and thought, "oh cool, fish... wait, what the fuck is wrong with that one!?"'
there was an office chair in the middle of the dome at the palace of fine arts, so like all sane people would do, i sat in it and posed/pondered the mysteries of the universe.
i said, 'hey everyone, look.' so half of them looked at me and the other half looked up at the enormo-dome we were under. note to self: be more specific.
if i look at this photo for too long, i start to get dizzy.
i 'less than three' amoeba.
the view from the back porch at the house we stayed at in sonoma. it was a beautiful day.
educational stop #1: frantic search for the mission san miguel archangel.
they had live donkeys at the nativity scene at mission santa barbara. i named these two 'captain' and 'tenille'.
speaking of mission santa barbara, here it is. a very pretty mission that had a couple of shady characters wandering near it.
and it all ended with the cow mailbox that had absolutely nothing to do with the trip. norcal, wooooo!
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