For those of you who are out of the loop, you could've hovered your pointer over yesterday's images to get detailed captions.
You are welcome.
outside kings chef north on bijou looking westward towards pikes peak
at the north corner of bijou and cascade looking westward towards the front range
heading west on manitou avenue
his royal fatness the editor in chief of an obscure vanity site called heptapod dot org
a scene from seven minute spring park
an action shot of the best mineral spring in manitou
way up high is a patch of bright yellow where some aspen trees are beginning to change for the advent of winter
the full image for patchofautumn dot jpg
my bicycle resting against the famous stratton spring outside the loop at the intersection of manitou avenue and ruxton
as you can see i eat a lot
a tiny rock formation at the west end of manitou springs which caught my eye and my fancy
the cistern catching all the water given to us by the ancient ute chief"
a scenic shot looking east from manitou springs
my first thought was to turn around and say i reached garden of the gods but i was an idiot and continued through the park
up close the perch does not appear to be that precarious
a conical rock formation somewhere in garden of the gods"
a deer happily munching grass on a lawn along 30th street
action shot taken from a moving bicycle do not try this at home
the dow is down
the dow is really down hopefully senate will not bail these people out
when i first saw this mural i thought it was an amalgamation of alfred e newman and abraham lincoln but upon further inspection it appears to be a hybrid image of barack obama and abraham lincon
never forget our cyclists and dont shout rude things at them just because you can afford three fitty for a gallon of regular fucking carfags
they are edgar juarez and jayson kilroy now that they have names will you respect cyclists and share the road probably not because motorists tend to be cunts
spot has her arm around lilah
sometimes i imagine that spot is whispering you done gone get raeped to poor lilah
two cats one bed
spot loves and tolerates the new black kitten
the affection is mutual between these lucky cats and lilah feels safe in the presence of frau spots
i like this image but compare it to the next photo and let me know if it is better or if the shopping detracted from the emotion of the photograph
well email me at heptapod at gmail dot com and let me know your opinion since heptapod dot org cares what you think after drinking lots of alcohol
someone is hiding in the laundry room can you find her
that is right folks that is a lounge lizard
marion o brien clark created the star fleet supreme dress uniform because she could do it better and she most certainly did
platyphyllium is what i can make out from the blurred text in front of the costume on your right side but the costume on the left is too blurry to read
they got awful pop culture mixed in with mediocre pop culture making the star trek version of the spice girls known as the SPACE GIRLS GET IT me neither
this giant bear is actually saying guys i lost my badge and i cant come inside without my badge can you help me guys which reminds everyone to never remove the lanyard with your collectible badge even wear it in the shower if you are inclined to shower
Only hiccup in the scenario is having to defrost my goods. It takes FOREVER. Still I'm a bit more prepared than most unless the power goes out which is when I'll be royally fucked.
One thing I need to start doing is keeping a journal for when I have déjà vu. Lately I've been having a lot of déjà vu. The irrational side of me says it's the reason why I'm no longer dreaming on a regular basis. Most of the shit I dreamt about is coming to a head and the foretold destiny is right around the corner! Being more level headed, but not as loud or enthusiastic, I've been trying to rationalize everything by saying "I do the same shit every day. Nothing changes because I never change. Sometimes you'll do something precisely the way it was done in the past, my hindbrain will recognize it and run the appropriate paramnesia script. More likely one of my eyes is recording a scene long before it registers in the brain tricking it into believing this has happened before in my life.
Right now the crazy side of my brain, the one who screams and howls deep in the basement of my abandoned insane asylum behind a silver door, is shouting that he is right and I should accept magical thinking because right now I'm seeing distortions before my eyes in addition to really bright colors that make it hard to see what I'm typing here for heptapod.org.
