May as well catch you up on a few things going on around the place.
Primarily, of course, has been the Crystal Skull. You’ll have to forgive the picture fuzzyiness, I couldn’t find the tripod.
It always sits cockeyed one way or the other due to a little ridge in the back form the seam on the mold. I need to trim it off and buff it clear now that it’s all dried up, finally.
Then we have the great rotting experiment in the backyard. Looking for a quicker/better way to rot clothes. A awefull shallow burial, based on a hunch that there’s gotta be beneficial rotting material in the soil.
Then, mow the lawn, and dump all the clippings over that, cover the clippings with newspaper and water the holy hell out of the thing.
Finally, covered all that with some plastic to keep the heat and moisture in…
For good measure I threw in some of Alec’s old pants at varying levels of the grass just for a test. So, at the end of the year, we’ll have the buried clothes according to the tutorial on the right, another set from this pile, along with 3 test pairs of pants. I think we can be fairly confident which will work best in the future by the end of the year.
Then, there’s Kyle’s doodad thing. It’s got a fair few more sticks on it since this picture was taken. Go ahead and guess what it’s for…
And, Kyle made his first full size skull.
He’s now made 3 so far. Now, if I can just get him to TRY to keep down the mess he’s making just a LITTLE…we’ll be golden.
Picked these suckers up at Savers for $1.
Don’t know exactly what they’ll be filled with. The kids caught a grasshopper and are keeping it as a ‘pet’. When it dies, I’ll have to procure it for one of em. Maybe a few more as well. 😉 And I was tempted to fill one with the excess Borax (nice white grains) I have and dance around singing “I got a jar of dirt” after watching Pirates of the Caribbean on TNT the other day. Need more jars, and a few other things to go with the whole general concept anyway.
And, Talia seems to have her own little cave of wonder these days. Now having mastered the stairs, the boys keep the door shut to keep her from their toys, and the cat food. But, She plays down in at the bottom of the stairs, and the cat swats at her from under the door. Light on, light off, doesn’t matter. She’s fairly fearless in that way. Yet, she is awefull nervous about Fred, still.
