This afternoon we had the great fortune to visit the Pacific Science Center. I had never been before so everything was cool to me. We saw tons of volunteers running hands on booths (including one with real life human brains) for kids, and we visited the dinosaurs that sparked Devin’s lifetime love affair with the prehistoric. Photos!
We went to China! It was hot! Here is the proof.
I’ll make a real panorama of that some day when I’m not, you know, extremely fatigued. And, um, suctioned.
Mother mother fuck. Mother mother fuck fuck. Mother fuck mother fuck noise noise noise.
Smokin bombs, smokin bombs, doin DU, drinkin blood
Drinkin blood blood blood.
Smokin fatties, smokin blunts. Who smokes the blunts? We smoke the blunts.
Mostly I was just excited to keep the last lines verbatim.
(Wikipedia says the sign translates as “Poppies are the crop of death. Grow wheat instead so children can eat and live.” But, really, re: Syria, this is some Cry Havoc Let Slip etc shit. When this AM’s NYT was all “ohhh there’s gonna be an offensive on Aleppo,” I thought- “they’re gonna Benghazi it.” They’re, um, going to Benghazi it.)