Panspermia

Visions of a bleak future world.

What are we left? Can't we see

Unholy pylons stretch across black deserts,

Mankind's reward for his greed.

We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life.

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife, Love is stronger than death.

For eternity.

Down to my first breath. Strange aeons. Even death will die. For eternity. For eternity.

Universe 'B' can be seen.

A pre-upheaval migration came. Dreamers that dream the same dream. Underpopulated regions where we live

While the last battle raged.

And paper money means nothing here. Far from the worker bee stage The colony partied all through the night

Down to my first breath.

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife, We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life. Love is stronger than death. Strange aeons.

Even death will die.

Universe B:KG. Man has evoked certain energies, and therefore certain entities, the nature of which he is ignorant, and for confrontation with which he is almost totally unprepared...

Pan's Spermia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia
Panspermia is a hypothesis proposing that microscopic life forms that can survive the effects of space, such asextremophiles, become trapped in debris that is ejected into space after collisions between planets and small Solar System bodies that harbor life...

As “First Contact” describes, humans have imagined and longed for the existence of life in the skies and space beyond Earth for untold centuries. Some of the best scientific minds in the world, using some of the most advanced technology around, are now engaged in an unprecedented effort to find signs of that extraterrestrial biology. If they succeed (or is it when?), our own world will change forever...


Got Rhys' lomographic camera. Haven't given it to him yet. He got his cruiser though:

He loves this board. Success. :)

We also got him a dog. Here is some back story with Rhys and dogs...When he was three and we lived in Hawaii, I convinced his mom to get a pup. We went to the pound and got some little pit mix pup. It was chewing shit up and piddling on the floor. Then it got annoyed at the three year old over food and frightened rhys' mom. She made us take the puppy back the next day. Rhys wept. crying for his pup. It broke my heart and I was so angry at his mom. 

So leaving the guilt on her hahaha....

Rhys and I went to a local shelter and he picked this cute pup out. A terrier mix that was brought to Spokane from LA as a last chance attempt. We got him (Fitzhugh) and brought him home. My weiner dog, Austin, loved him. They played and then I told Rhys to take Fitz out. He ditched and we never caught him. Gone. Another dog for a day. Rhys may or may not have cried. 

This was Friday. We have not seen him and worried for days. Until:

I checked the dog jails:

Little shit. Rhys hates the nickname I have given him:

Fitzhugh= Fuckhugh. 

We are relieved. Don't get locked up on Fridays or holiday weekends.