A moment from my weekend
Apr. 15th, 2008 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlock::looking out over a hilly area covered with grass and wild mustard, and one little buidling tucked into the greenery::
Shaka: OOh! Oooooh oh oh oooh! *bounces*
Mom: What?
Shaka: *spreads hands wide* Shaka imagination time! See that little building?
Mom: Yeah.
Shaka: The wire fenses, and all the brush... Now picture, just behind there, are the raptor cages.
Mom: I was thinking it would be a nice little place for a house.
Shaka: Do you think that says something about us personally?
Mom: Alright, maybe it's a mad scientist's laboratory. Like Dr. Moroeau.
*My mom doesn't know that I once had a horrific dream where I spent hours hiding from velociraptors in a setting that reminded me of Girl Scout summer camp, Alien movies background music, the jungles of Predator, and a military complex/my neighbor's house being overrun with gaseous jungle plants. Now that I've spent several months in Louisiana living quite literally next to swamp levees, these things take on new and interesting realism. But so far I've never dreamed of gators. I guess raptors and zombies scare me more.
And, from two weeks ago, this is one of the best things I've ever heard another person say, courtesy of the first time I met my brother's girlfriend:
"Yeah, I know who you mean. Ohh, I hate his posture."
Shaka: OOh! Oooooh oh oh oooh! *bounces*
Mom: What?
Shaka: *spreads hands wide* Shaka imagination time! See that little building?
Mom: Yeah.
Shaka: The wire fenses, and all the brush... Now picture, just behind there, are the raptor cages.
Mom: I was thinking it would be a nice little place for a house.
Shaka: Do you think that says something about us personally?
Mom: Alright, maybe it's a mad scientist's laboratory. Like Dr. Moroeau.
*My mom doesn't know that I once had a horrific dream where I spent hours hiding from velociraptors in a setting that reminded me of Girl Scout summer camp, Alien movies background music, the jungles of Predator, and a military complex/my neighbor's house being overrun with gaseous jungle plants. Now that I've spent several months in Louisiana living quite literally next to swamp levees, these things take on new and interesting realism. But so far I've never dreamed of gators. I guess raptors and zombies scare me more.
And, from two weeks ago, this is one of the best things I've ever heard another person say, courtesy of the first time I met my brother's girlfriend:
"Yeah, I know who you mean. Ohh, I hate his posture."
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Date: 2008-04-16 12:05 am (UTC)*s-superninjas in some nonchalance to distract from the fact that I haven't seen Jurassic Park, ack*It's good to see that you are as crazy as ever. Welcome back!