Dead, frozen fish and other joys of visiting

No, really.  I took Chip to see a dead frozen fish.  I have pictures.  I contemplated spearing the fish out of the pond with the ice pick on my cane, but decided that was a bit too ghoulish even for me.

We went and checked out the OI too.  And we've developed a new theory to describe some of the lamer looking animal models - ancient summer camp.  I'm pretty sure those lopsided, messed-up looking sheep and goats and people and crap used to have macaroni and glitter glued to them too.
We also saw an undergrad on the bus with awesome metal-band big hair.  No foreskin restoration man or Greenpeace dorks today, though.  So much for local color.

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