Jakandy Bennu

So, like I said earlier, we went to the beach and got a king hell sunburn.  After dealing with the ow days, the glassy shard shower days, and the glowing radioactive death body days, we’re now on the shedding days.

Its like a smorgasborg of shedding, and everybody’s doing it in different ways.  Bell is able to elegantly peel off sheets from herself, much like how every once in a while you can peel a transparent skin off one of the inside shells of an onion, slowly, in a cellophane sticky motion.  The 11 yr old (henceforth named Dragon due to a peculiar birthmark acquired at the age of 10), is just ignoring it, while I’m rubbing it and making eraser dropping sized little skin things, almost like nicely graded Parmesan cheese.

Wildcat, as stated before, only has a beautiful golden coppertone tan.  Punk kid.

So, I’ve been thinking, and I’m compiling a list of the things we can do with this cornucopia of skin cells:

1. Build a flimsy house
2. Start a dust mite farm
3. Make dopplegangers of world leaders
4. Confuse the beagle
5. Bury the child
6. Spell out OAK RIDGE on the roof for passing airplanes
7. Make dopplegangers of ourselves
8. Drink copiously
9. Save for the winter
10. Burn as alternative fuel
11. Make dopplegangers of our dopplegangers

I mean, it can go on and on.  This is just what I came up with on the drive to work.

I’m partial to the dust mite idea.  If we can breed those buggers so they’re too big to fit in our nasal cavities and thus cause our allergies to all go haywire (which is another store altogether… my ass loves the spring until it rolls around) it’d be freakin awesome.

We could race them, and fight them against each other.  I don’t think that’d be unethical, would it?  Not like those jackasses that fight dogs, right?

Hmm.