Ahh, ooh.. Kate Breakey

She photographs small dead things. I'm surprised that I've never heard of her before now, but I think her work is beautiful. I just happened to be perusing my Utne Reader & there was an article about her. She's Australian-born, but I don't know if she's still in Australia - a lot of her subjects are from the Sonoran Desert, aka home.

Brand New Dead Things

When Zoophilia & Necrophilia Go Horribly Awry

Ok, people who e-mail me: if you read my blog... you can stop sending me the photograph of the mouse in the mousetrap being mounted by a living mouse. Maybe I've given every one the wrong impression over the years, or something, but it's been sent to me by at least 10 people so far. Enough already! I am a hard person to offend but even I find that picture offensive.

Yes, I may fantasize about having sex with dead people... or live animals, but the two paraphilias do not usually get combined in my mind. I may fantasize about having sex with live people, but I don't fantasize about having sex with dead animals. I don't want to see dead animals having sex with live people - so all you chicken-carcass-fuckers out there, keep it to yourself. While seeing a live animal have sex with a dead person might have its black humor value, I'm not sure I really want to see that either. People having sex with dead vegetables (vegetables as in cucumbers, squash, etc... not the other kind of politically incorrect term for parapalegics, et al) is still okay in my book.

I do make exceptions for well-drawn toons, like the poster with all the skeletons having sex. That's funny. Skeletal animals having sex would be right up my alley. Skeletal animals & humans having sex is also okay - it's still intra-mortality sex & not too kinky for me.

I will admit here, this one time only, that occasionally I have encountered a dead animal that smelled so good I just wanted to roll around in the carcass. Of course, usually the carcass is covered in barbecue sauce. Chalk it up to my coyote or bear nature or just call me a sick puppy, I don't care. They were showing some whole pit-barbecued hogs on the Food Network the other day & I just wanted to roll around in it while it was still warm.

Noooo! It can't be!!!

I do like women, tho ;)

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I Dun Fellz So Gud

I've been really, really jumpy today. I mean, like, embarrassingly jumpy. Rob & I were running SFK to twink up my lowbie hunter... When he had the guy open the courtyard door, the sound it made made me think someone had managed to open the wrought iron grate on the back door - I jumped & had a massive adrenaline rush. Then, at one point I went running back towards the entrance to avoid xp & as I rounded this corner I ran straight into a freaking werewolf patrol - and screamed out loud. Then I was in the kitchen, washing our dinner dishes & Rob stepped around the corner & I jumped yet again. I've jumped & twitched so much my back hurts & my chest hurts from the adrenaline boosts. I've been getting hot & cold chills & shivery feelings all damned day. Granted, I waited a few hours longer than normal to take my b.p. meds, and I forgot my amytriptyline last night, but this is ridiculous. I'm on edge to the point of thinking I need to go to Quik-Care & get evaluated or something.

So anyway, as personal therapy... I spent time browsing icanhascheezburger.com & I do feel a little better. Mainly because of this: