A day at the zoo. Not that I get all psyched up for depressed animals trapped in unnatural habitats, but for the little man it was totally exciting. He got to see a polar bear for the first time. But it was the "AGUA!" that was in the polar bear cubby that was all the more special. He also got to feed some sheep, a goat, and a very happy alpaca.
But it was at the very end of the day that there occurred a most excellent event. The roundup of the roaming bunnies in the Children's Zoo by this man...
He appeared as the closing began, heralded by a woman in zoo garb telling us to leave.
Out from the door of a small barn, bunny ears on his smooth pate, this gentleman weaved through the foliage rustling up the hares. He was kind enough to allow Squirty a few petting sessions as he passed us during the completion of his work.
What a cool guy. By far my best moment at the zoo (not including any Dada moments). If you are expected to bring the rabbits to safety at the end of their day spent escaping the outstretched arms of children you might as well dress the part.
Rock on bunny dude.
Full of pancakes and berries on a cold winter eve
My brother continues the SantaCon tradition annually as I can no longer participate as I had in years past. Toddlers do not travel well in this sort of event. Please note Santa King Diamond in the back. A party's not a party unless someone dresses up like the Mercyful Fate bandleader, right?
Wayne starts his day properly.
And finishes regally.
Obvious caption here.
Don't you just want a hug?
Let's start this off with a little Iggy and some quality balding.
Watt.
This is a chair hucked onstage by the guy next to me. All captured in digital beauty by my brother.
It has been a long time since I last posted something.
My brother takes plenty of photographs. Some include my ugly mug.
Walking in Portugal. I miss the warmer weather.
Jorge of Africa.
A clink of the glass. Aguardente. Only the brave.
This is one of the World's Best Photos of Dodgeball. Hold 'em when you throw 'em.
A clink of the chocolate. And the ginja.
wolfsoja. He also makes art.
Langford. Great name. See her art.
Go see Jay.
Poor Devin. Go make him feel better.
Not Jacob. But Jacob likes.
Jacob.
Marsea.
Go see Ed.
Jim.
Vegan. Not vegan. Tofu scramble burrito for breakfast.
Go see Deanna.
I told you to go see Deanna.
Love.
Sometimes you may not even know when you have become legendary. Or maybe just a douche.
El Destructo is becoming known on both coasts as a master of the Funny Face.
He appeared as the closing began, heralded by a woman in zoo garb telling us to leave.
Out from the door of a small barn, bunny ears on his smooth pate, this gentleman weaved through the foliage rustling up the hares. He was kind enough to allow Squirty a few petting sessions as he passed us during the completion of his work.
What a cool guy. By far my best moment at the zoo (not including any Dada moments). If you are expected to bring the rabbits to safety at the end of their day spent escaping the outstretched arms of children you might as well dress the part.
