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Although she's a spy, there is a close-up photo of Darkla on the vat. And yes, Bonehead 1 and 2 are in the photo, but they are expendible. They are, after all, simply a set of clones developed from Darkla's 'Big Secret' Project.
Of course, Darkla doesn't need NEON assistance; she is ALWAYS calm and is an EXCELLENT swimmer!
Just 2 little side notes:
#1 Unfortunately, although calming, NEON can be toxic to any individual that does not possess a genetic proclivity for the alchemical realm. Fortunately, only about 1 person in 20 fails ESP-BS training due to an adverse reaction to NEON.
#2 For more info on Jelly Bioluminescence go to: here and here
i sculpted this skull to fit onto 1/6 figures.
the vertebraes of the neck are little balljoint/socket affairs. the neck/shoulder connector is custom made and flexible.
fits a 9mm shoulder/neck balljoint.
the jaw has working hinges.
drop me a flickrmail if you want a DIY/unpainted cast. . .
I have total respect for all of you mothers out there and what I have seen and heard you put up with from the kids, not to mention from us bonehead men as well...... :)
There is a measure of truth in the saying that we don't fully know what we had until it's gone.... just as these cubs will one day have to venture out on their own, so it is with us and we can only dream about the fun times that we had as children. I lost both of my parents as I turned 30 and there have been many times I have pondered and dreamed about how things might be different if they were still here.
Thanks Mom for putting up with me for all of those years and always being available to listen.... I miss you and I love you.....
... I'm hoping tomorrow's post has everyone smiling...... :-))
Best Large-
Note to America-An Angelic Prospectus
He had to let the pressure out
Before it got too old,
Before the fire stopped burning-
Before it got too cold.
He had to get adjusted,
Before it got too late-
Before the river ran its course
And left him at the gate.
He listened to you long enough,
Let you have your say-
Hunkered down in dreary towns,
Free-falling in the fray.
Some things don’t matter anymore-
It’s plain enough to see,
Some things are very simple,
They happen…. naturally.
Independence indigence,
Insurrection-on-
Spiritual insanity,
Delusion on the throne.
Continental congress,
Covenant complete-
Freedom found
From captive crown,
Taxation by defeat.
Won in war by warrior
Bowed behind the scene,
Governmental grannies
Gassed and running lean.
Sequential celebration
Leaning to the right,
Took the town
To middle ground
Then sweetened up the fight.
Promise within promises,
Permanence in peace,
Stolen blind
By kindred minds
In national retreat.
God is gone,
Like Gustov’s ghost
On graduated ground-
Ridden rampant on a rail,
Run right out of town.
Religion’s rotting refuse,
Educated zeal,
Baby and bathwater,
Thrown out
By window seal.
Agreement by convenience,
The triad is complete-
The church, the crown,
The golden ground,
Professionals at least.
Garish, gloating, gatherings,
Temperamental tasks-
Tarnished targets
Tempting time with
Brutal baby blasts.
Fallen fronts,
Forensic flash,
Fine and faker fast-
Foul and festering
Filthy freight,
Fleeing from the past.
Happy hoppy horn toad,
Captain of the world-
No feral fear,
Calm crystal queer-
Call every boy and girl.
Mother’s mayhem
Adam’s aunt,
Gone completely mad-
Tried-on,
Tricked-up trousers
Tenderized a tad.
Evening ever-afters,
Happy once again-
Haunted house,
Forget the mouse,
“Egad”
The men are dead.
Lovely Lucys laughing,
Controlling interest lair,
The lion is dead,
So go to bed-
Don’t bother with the bear.
Fashion fledgling,
Faded farce,
Fractured flaky foe-
Disneyed duckling
Drawn and daft,
Domesticated woe.
Fricasseed and
Freezer freed,
Stolen by the mole-
Galloping,
The gourmet ran
Grimly to the goal.
Down and distance
Delicate,
Don’t do the
Dirty Dan.
Playmate pawns
Now petrified,
Passed on by
Peter Pan.
Willful,
Wicked wonders-
Empty and petite-
Cover blown,
Refused by phone-
Destined for defeat.
Sayonara Sonya-
Cronkite caught a cold-
While Willy Wonka
Whacked a weed,
Then headed down
The road.
Christ like crucifixions,
Criminal and crass,
Crippled captains
Carcassed cold,
Middle-eastern mass.
Choose to tremble,
Choose to cheat,
Choose whom you will serve-
Choose to conquer,
Or..Choose defeat-
The quintessential blurb.
Honing hackers
Headed home,
Hackensackin fools,
Round and round
To tumble down-
With detrimental tools.
Hemispheric hovering-
Contract incomplete-
Pioneered truth
By blazered brute,
Confused by
Quiet elite.
It’s given best,
To those who rest,
In reverential form.
With wealth well cast
To traveler who’s sheltered
From the storm.
Retreat is not an option-
At long last life is spent-
Though living in
And impact zone
Is hardly worth the rent.
Revolution ready-
Armed and graveled green-
No average addled army,
To slay this brazen queen.
Unseen worded Warrior-
Wondrous to behold-
Breastplate bronzed
And burnished-
Countenance so bold.
Dispatched in dog-ged duty,
Determined and complete-
To fight with fire and fury,
Till victory’s at his feet!
James Watkins 10-05
(literal translation: log head - meaning: bonehead)
(Have you ever realized how many different benches are out there?)
From 1979: An appearance by Robin Williams on the premiere episode couldn't even save this dreadful sitcom called "Out of the Blue" from early cancellation by ABC. Not to mention the network's boneheaded decision to change the format of breakaway hit "Mork & Mindy:" and move it from Thursday to Sunday. The cokeheads were running things back then.
I'm actually of the opinion that ABC should have given it more of a chance. They cancelled it after just four or five weeks. I could have seen it continuing and eventually becoming a viable afternoon kids' show in syndicated reruns a few years later.
From TV Guide 1979 Fall Preview, Minneapolis-St. Paul edition. Local ABC affiliate KSTP-TV Channel 5.
this is kind of a selfie I took a few min ago, but I am hardly visible instead the big feature is a WIP concrete skull I am working on to sell online later and todays daily painting a small abstract painting
Peace and Noise!
/ MushroomBrain in visuals
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Café Frequenters episode 169
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Jimmy was at work, writing an inventory of the inventory files, that is what secret agents did in the 80´s and 90´s when they were not out killing each others on the field...
Jimmy hated this kind of work...
but he always had a good friend, called Mr. Walker at his side an it actually helped him getting on with this Sisyphean, ordered and most of all boring task...
when he had sorted all the files in section BQ 1128 he had to fill in a form describing his task and then he had to sign it...
...Stupid really because it was totally unnecessary from all perspectives except for some kind of legal point of view...
He started writing: I hereby declare...
Those words and lines where so well trained in to his very hand like some sort of pavlovian dog that he didn´t need to use any though in this process...
...But this time something strange happened, he felt his hand getting out of control still writing but not the usual repeated words which he later put a date on and signed...
No his hand was writing on his own...
Jimmy thought: Crap, I am hacked again, could it be the Daemon or some double agent working for the enemy or even a competing agent from his own agency???
Many thoughts passed through Jimmy´s head, but lack of printer ink hinders me from listing them here...
....after the page had been written Jimmy gained full control of his hand again, in anger he threw the biro harshly on to a pile of unsorted documents, as if he was punishing the pen for being rebellious...
...at first Jimmy felt a repulsive emotion inside his enhanced chest, then he gathered some inside courage from inside himself boosted by a big amount of whiskey...
He looked at the paper and he was shocked to see what his hand had written...
I hereby declare...
...that blossoms of pure beauty burns like bud in my sacred heart...
I hereby tell you that:
...the blue skies on the heavenly curtains makes me endure another day and joy before it...
I hereby see the world for ever changing not only by season but also by the choices of sentient critter, great and small...
I Today tell you my friend, that I have been a coward not telling you the truth about my feelings to you and your bushy whiskers, to hear your breath I pay nothing but would easily give away the world...
I Love, I love you, I can no longer keep it a secret to me, you and the world
Signed: Johmmy
Jimmy Rushed toward the cleaning cupboard his small hideout of emergency bottles...
His hand had written a bloody poem what sissy thing made him write that? He needed more whiskey fast., so he could think, this incident shook him far to much...
...and who was this blooming Johmmy?
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Hello dear Joe!
I heard that you got really rich so I thought you might sponsor my novel project, Just Kidding, Just wanted to share my creative stuff with you and please do share it with Bart he said he liked the episode I sent him...
Best regards!
Johmmy!
AI Creation on Nightcafe
PROMPT:
Detailed (drawing by artist Otto Rapp 1.5) at the Cryptid Taxidermy Museum in post apocalyptic Wonderland, in heaven everything is fine by lady in the radiator and brothers quay, drawing by H.R. Giger, by Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Hieronymus Bosch, Alphonse Mucha, intricately detailed, hyperrealism, fantasy, Bogomils Universe tattooed albino contortionist freak created by the cryptid taxidermist Dr. Moreau using (body parts from chimeras and dragons 1.0) based on the island of Dr Moreau
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Don’t you make fun of me!
You old stick-in-the-mud.
Stop taking the mickey!
I didn’t do anything to you, but I will punch you
if you keep having me on like that –
you bet I’ll really punch you!
Have a go at him over there,
the one who’s just sitting there.
That pussy,
just look at him!
Let’s run riot!
You bonehead, don’t even think
you could pull the wool over my eyes!
No? No!
Because if I lay my hands on you
and if you’re taking the piss out of them
they will beat you up, you lout!
Move your fat arse, baby!
© 17 Hippies, Hipster-Records 2009
M: Max Manila (Christopher, Carsten, Dirk), T: Max Manila (Dirk)
Album: El Dorado
It was at this location in 1889 that Jus Bonehead made his first attempt to fly. The design, called Horse No. 13, was an old nag fitted with wings and a 20 horsepower engine. The idea was that the horse could be ridden normally and then flown across canyons shaving hours off travel time. Never heard of Jus? Exactly!
Near Devils Postpile National Monument, California 2012
Kingsdown to Stokes Croft and East Bristol beyond...
Westmoreland House is in the process of being demolished.
US Air Force 95thFS 'Boneheads' F-22A Raptor, 04-4072/TY about to touch-down on Lakenheath's Runway 24.
It's possible that their tenure there 'may' have ended as I've seen a shot posted today of two departing 5th May with ferry tanks fitted!!!
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I had a very interesting, but obvious, conversation with a guy on the night bus home last night.
Mainly about clothing and the topic covered bleachers - or bleached jeans.
The assumptions, the feelings, the prejudgements, the associations.
I've had that conversation many times and I'm sure I always will.
Does wearing bleachers make you a bonehead racist?
To be fair, its a dead subject. No-one wears bleachers anymore.
But on the same, or similar subject. Wearing, waving or doing anything at all with the Union Flag (or Union Jack) also used to have you accussed of being a bonehead racist, or at least a working class thug. That was, and always will be the saddest thing. That a nations flag, a flag that should be held with so much respect and dignity is reduced to negative symbolism.
Stangely, the Royal Wedding and the forthcoming Olympics has re-invented the Union Flag as a symbol of goodness and wholesomeness. There is a long way to go... but our dear little flag is getting there.
F22 Raptor on approach to R24 at RAF Lakenheath. This one had suffered a failure of the internal missile bay doors leaving the AIM-9 training round exposed
only several hours til 2012! wow.
it's been a really great year. I've made great new friends. there were a lot of memorable moments. I've strengthened my relationship with Christ (although, that has come and gone, unfortunately). plus, having my camera for the first time, getting flickr and meeting you awesome people, and growing in my photography has been AWESOME.
it hasn't been the best year ever, though. it had a lot of potential to be, but still, too many bad things happened for it to be the best year ever. 2009 still ranks #1 :D
here's to 2012. I plan on it being a great year, hopefully even better than this one! and to the boneheads who think the world is gonna end, shut it ._.
AND OMG PEOPLE ARE FINISHING THEIR 365s TODAY. WHAT.
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Biographical history, as taught in our public schools, is still largely a history of boneheads: ridiculous kings and queens, paranoid political leaders, compulsive voyagers, ignorant generals, the flotsam and jetsam of historical currents. The men who radically altered history, the great creative scientists and mathematicians, are seldom mentioned if at all.
- Martin Gardner, mathematician and writer (21 Oct 1914-2010)