My dream job-
is to own and run
my own Museum of Curiosities.
It wouldn’t be my job
to tell people what to think
or what to believe.
It wouldn’t be my job to take away the stories that they love
to tell.
My job would be
to make thinking and wondering fun again.
Plus I’d get to own my own mummy and collect shrunken heads.
Cool.
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I like this clip because
my idea of art and composition and perspective begins and ends
with stick figure art.
I’m not joking.
While Capuchin monk Brother Cesare Bonizzio does touch on faith and religion in his music, he says that he ” is not seeking to draw people to Catholicism. Instead, he told the BBC, “I do it to convert people to life, to understand life, to grab hold of life, to savour it and enjoy it. Full stop.”
from a BBC Interview
My friends ask me these weird questions like
if you feed rice to birds will they blow up
and
if You eat Pop Rocks and drink Coke will your Spleen explode.
If in your life you have worked as a Mortician and you write stories about Vampires who accept proposals of marriage at a drive-in then you should be patient when people ask you questions that they probably Google in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep.
So the question of the week, for me, was the story about the guy in Cananda who was riding on a bus and for reasons that only he might be able to understand- he took out a knife and then stabbed and killed his seatmate.
After
he decapitated his victim.
One of my friends asked me if I had heard about this and I said yes I had.
And then I thought I was going to get questions about knives and do I think demonic possesion was a possiblity in this case.
But for once I got a real question, ” So, I’m not asking how he did it…like, why would he do it? “
And then I realized this wasn’t a conversation about a macabre crime…I was having a conversation with a friend who rode the bus everyday to work and we were talking about an incident that did not happen on a movie screen or in a computer game or on the pages of a ‘graphic novel’.
This terrible crime happened on a bus to a real person like us.
The victim and his murderer- were just two guys on a bus going to someplace else and then their worlds ended the minute that knife came out.
I can’t explain why- from the darkest places in my imagination-that place where all of my strange stories come from-
I just can’t imagine
why.
As if the original wasn’t strange enough….
more cat pictures
Today I told this friend of mine-
who looks like Doctor Who
that the Doctor dies in the episode airing Friday night.
Gee I said.
That bites that you look like a Dead Guy.
He doesn’t die my friend said.
Oh Yes.
Yes he does I said.
And then my friend told me that I play with words the way other people play with their food.
And that sometimes it’s about as much fun to listen to me as to watch someone chew with their mouth open.
Yeah.
You keep talking like that Dead Man Walking….you just keep on talking.
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Irregular Bones 
