Apr 24, 2021
Squirrel at the birdfeeder...
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Squirrel at the birdfeeder...
Årets första ekorre - First squirrel of the year
Årets första ekorre – First squirrel of the year
Hela hösten och hela våren har jag väntat på att få se en ekorre, igår gjorde jag äntligen det! Så jag måste bara dela med mig av den fina ekorren. Tyvärr så ville den klättra upp i trädet och gömma sig bakom löven. 😆 Men jag fick några foton.
Throughout the fall and all spring I have been waiting to see a squirrel, yesterday I finally did it! So I just have to share the fine squirrel.…
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#hamster #kanin #marsvin #rotta #gnagare #möss (ved Sentha)
Reflektionerna på fordonet är inte klara än, men för att kunna måla en del av dem behövde jag först göra lite mer på råttan. Det visar sig bli en glad liten gnagare!
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The reflections on the vehicle aren’t finished yet, but to be able to paint some of them I needed to do a bit more on the rat first. It turns out to be a happy little rodent!
Fear and loathing In the surface part 1(yes it’s basically the story of the movie it was based on just tweaked a tiny bit)
BLACK SCREEN A desert wind moans sadly. From somewhere within the wind comes the tinkly, syrupy-sweet sounds of the Lennon Sisters singing "My Favorite Things." A series of sepia images of anti-war protests from the mid-sixties appear one after another on the screen. In the violently scrawled style of Ralph Steadman, the title FEAR AND LOATHING IN THE SURFACE splashes onto the screen. A beat, and then it runs down and off revealing: TITLE: "He who makes a beast of himself Gets rid of the pain Of being a man." Dr. Johnson Victor (V/O) We were somewhere around MT Ebott on the edge of the hill when the drugs began to take hold. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! A red Chevy convertible -- THE RED SHARK -- wipes the black screen. EXT. ON THE ROAD TO Something city - DAY AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THE RED SHARK races down the near the mountain side at a hundred miles an hour. THE STONES' "Sympathy For the Devil" blares. AT THE WHEEL STRANGELY STILL AND TENSE, Victor DRIVES -- SKELETAL, BEER IN HAND -- STARES STRAIGHT AHEAD. BESIDE HIM, FACE TURNED TO THE SUN, EYES CLOSED BEHIND WRAPAROUND SPANISH SUNGLASSES, IS HIS SWARTHY AND UNNERVINGLY UNPREDICTABLE ATTORNEY, DR. GNAGARE. The music pounds Victor stares straight ahead. GNAGARE froths up a can of beer - uses it as shaving foam. Victor (V/O) I remember saying something like: "I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive..." GNAGARE starts shaving. Victor (V/O) Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... Close on Victor -- shadows flutter across his face. The reflections of bats swirl within his eyes. We push in close to one eyesocket -- SCREECHING SWIRLING BAT-LIKE SHAPES! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Victor (V/O) ... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals? CUT TO WIDE SHOT OF CAR - Victor, eyes rigid, flails at the air. No bats anywhere. GNAGARE casually looks over... GNAGARE What are you yelling about? DUCK SCREECHES to the side of the road. The sudden wrench makes GNAGARE nick his snout with his razor. Victor Never mind. It's your turn to drive. Victor (V/O) No point mentioning these bats. I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. Victor hops out of the car, keeping an eye out for bats, frantically opens the trunk to reveal what looks like A MOBILE POLICE NARCOTICS LAB. Victor desperately rifles through the impressive stash. Victor (V/O) We had two bags of Waterfall Seaweed, seventy- five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi- colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also a quart of a bottle of fire, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Victor, eyes darting madly as he hears what sounds like the SHRIEKS OF BATS returning, grabs an assortment along with another six-pack of beer - slams the trunk shut and dives back into the car. Victor (V/O) Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. THE RED SHARK RACES INTO THE DISTANCE... on the ground, weakly flapping is a SEMI-SQUASHED, SLOWLY DYING ANIMAL... A BAT? EXT. FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO something city - DAY IN THE RED SHARK gnagare grips the wheel - stares maniacally down the road - a lousy driver. Victor (V/O) The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. The radio news wars with "SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL" on a tape recorder. RADIO NEWS An overdose of heroin was listed as the official cause of death for pretty 19 year old Diane Hanby whose body was found stuffed in a refrigerator last week... gnagare changes the station - "ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE, SWEET JESUS, ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE" vies with "SYMPATHY"... He sings along - washes a couple of pills back with a new beer. The RED SHARK fishtails. gnagare "One toke over the line, sweet Jesus." Victor (muttering to himself) One toke. You poor fool. Wait till you see those goddamn bats. UP AHEAD - AT THE SIDE OF THE DESERTED ROAD Burgerpants spots them, jumps up and sticks out a thumb. The RED SHARK roars past. Then, fifty yards down the road... gnagare Let's give that boy a lift. gnagare wrenches the wheel - THE RED SHARK swerves to the side of the road. Victor We can't stop here - this is bat country! gnagare JAMS THE CAR INTO REVERSE AND ROCKETS BACKWARDS. Burgerpants races to the car. A poor Cat monster with a big grin.
Burgerpants Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before! Then the big grin freezes on the cat monster's face at the sight of: Victor and gnagare looking out at him with HYPER-NORMAL, shit-eating SMILES.
Victor Is that right? Well, I guess you're about ready, eh? Burgerpants hesitates. gnagare We're your friends. We're not like the others. Victor (hissing sharply) No more of that talk or I'll put the leeches on you. Victor turns back to Burgerpants - smiles reassuringly. EXT. EVEN FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO something city - DAY Burgerpants sits nervously in the back seat as the RED SHARK screams down the road. gnagare sings along to the tape player. Burgerpants's eyes go to the door - considers jumping out and taking his chances. Victor, sweating bullets, STARES AT Burgerpants in the rear view mirror. Victor (V/O) How long could we maintain, I wondered. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely mountain was the last known home of the Monsters. The Burgerpants's eyes notice a thin line of blood trickling down gnagare's neck. Victor (V/O) Would he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? Victor's mouth moves intermittently - sometimes in sync with the words, sometimes not. Victor (V/O) If so - well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency, and they'll run us down like dogs... Victor (out loud to himself) Jesus! Did I say that? Victor (V/O) Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? gnagare (reassuringly to Burgerpants) It's okay. He's admiring the shape of your skull. Victor gives Burgerpants a FINE BIG GRIN and Burgerpants giggles nervously. Victor (V/O) Maybe I better have a chat with this boy I thought. Perhaps if I explain things, he'll rest easy... Victor (roaring over the road noise) THERE'S ONE THING YOU SHOULD PROBABLY UNDERSTAND -- Burgerpants stares at him, not blinking. Victor (yells) CAN YOU HEAR ME? Burgerpants nods -- giggles -- terrified. Victor climbs into the back seat. Victor That's good. Because I want you to have all the background. This is a very ominous assignment -- with overtones of extreme personal danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism! This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!... (WHACKS the BACK OF THE DRIVER'S SEAT with his fist) The CAR SWERVES SICKENINGLY, then straightens out. gnagare (screams) Keep your hands off my fucking neck! Burgerpants makes a sudden lunge for freedom. Victor GRABS HIM BACK DOWN. Victor (V/O) Our vibrations were getting nasty -- but why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts? Burgerpants STRUGGLES IN PANIC. Victor (to Burgerpants) I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney! He's not just some dingbat I found on the Strip. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But it doesn't matter, does it? Are you prejudiced? Burgerpants Hell, no! Victor I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is extremely valuable to me. Hell, I forgot all about this beer. You want one? (Burgerpants shakes his head) How about some ether? Burgerpants What? Victor Never mind. Let's get right to the heart of this thing. Twenty-four hours ago we were sitting in the Pogo Lounge of the something area Hotel... INT. THE something lounge - DAY A uniformed DWARF, carries a shockingly PINK TELEPHONE through the glittering, tranquil Something LOUNGE CROWD. They are the ELOI. HENDRIX AFROS and DROOPING MUSTACHES and BELL BOTTOMS and LOVE BEADS and BELLS. ACTRESSES sip Singapore Slings and PROMOTERS sip ACTRESSES in this MONIED, SANITISED VERSION OF THE GREAT REVOLUTION YEARS. Victor (V/O) ... in the patio section, of course, drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side, hiding from the brutish realities of this foul year of Our Lord, 1971. The DWARF reaches Victor -- T-shirt, levis, sneakers and shades. gnagare -- white rayon bellbottoms and a khaki tank top undershirt. They are in the middle of a serious conversation. Victor I'm telling you, the Salazar story is getting too complicated. The weasels have started closing in. The DWARF sneers. DWARF Perhaps this is the call you've been waiting for all this time, sir... DUKE lifts the receiver -- listens... Victor Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Victor hangs up the PHONE with the DEAD-PAN EXPRESSION OF A MOVIE SPY. DWARF That was headquarters. They want me to go to Something city at once and make contact with a naga bush viper Snake monster named Anze. She'll have the details. All I have to do is check into my sound proof suite and she'll seek me out. gnagare, says nothing for a moment, then POUNDS the table! gnagare God hell! I think I see the pattern! This one sounds like real trouble! You're going to need plenty of legal advice before this thing is over. As your attorney I must advise you that you'll need a very fast car with no top and after that, the cocaine. And then the tape recorder, for special music, and some Acapulco shirts... (gnagare tucks his khaki undershirt into his white bellbottoms -- he means business!) This blows my weekend, because naturally I'll have to go with you -- and we'll have to arm ourselves. Victor Why not? If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing right. Victor and gnagare are up and off. The DWARF chases after them with the (very large) check in his hand. They sweep out through the Lounge door, unaware of it swinging back into the face of the pursuing DWARF. Victor I tell you, my man. This is the American Dream in action! We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way to the end. gnagare Indeed. We must do it. What kind of story is this? EXT. something HOTEL - FRONT ENTRANCE - DAY Victor and Gnagare emerge. Victor The Mint 400! The richest off-road race for motorcycles and dune- buggies in the history of organized sport! (handing parking ticket to Valet) -- a fantastic spectacle in honor of some fatback grossero who owns the luxurious something Hotel in the heart of downtown something city... at least that's what the press release says. Their car arrives -- rusted out, smashed door panels. They jump in. Victor We're going to have to drum it up on our own. Pure Gonzo Journalism. And they're off in a cloud of black exhaust as the nose- bleeding DWARF stumbles out with the unpaid bill in his hand. EXT. SUNSET BLVD - DAY The PINTO races through shot. Victor (V/O) Getting hold of the drugs and shirts had been no problem... EXT. Something BAR - DAY The PINTO skids to a halt outside Something bar, the back window full of Hawaiian shirts. Victor (V/O CONT'D) ... but the car and tape recorder were not easy things to round up at 6:30 on a Friday afternoon in Somewhere. INT. Something BAR - DAY TORN YELLOW PAGES with dealer's ads ticked off lie in a pile as gnagare yells into a PAYPHONE. Victor carries over four Singapore Slings. gnagare O.K., O.K., yes. Hang onto it. We'll be there in thirty minutes. (to Victor -- hand over the PHONE) I finally located a car with adequate horsepower and the proper coloring. (into PHONE) What?! OF COURSE the gentleman has a major credit card! Do you realize who the fuck you're talking to? Victor Don't take any guff from these swine. (gnagare slams the phone down) Now we need a sound store with the finest equipment. Nothing dinky. One of those new Belgian Heliowatts with a voice-activated shotgun mike, for picking up conversations in oncoming cars. gnagare We won't make the nut unless we have unlimited credit. Victor We will. You Samoans are all the same. You have no faith in the essential decency of the white man's culture. EXT. something area - DUSK The PINTO races down street. Victor (V/O) The store was closed, but the salesman said he would wait, if we hurried... EXT. Somewhere - TRAFFIC JAM - DUSK They're stuck in a traffic jam -- clouds of exhaust. Victor BANGS ON THE HORN IN FURY. Victor (V/O) But we were delayed en route when a Stingray in front of us killed a pedestrain. Directly in front of them: BLOODY CARNAGE -- a covered corpse is loaded into an ambulance by PARAMEDICS. EXT. CAR RENTAL AGENCY - NIGHT Victor (V/O) We had trouble, again, at the car rental agency. Behind the wheel of the RED SHARK: Victor grins with satisfaction -- checking it out. A nervous AGENT named Erithetic holds out a clipboard. Victor signs without looking at the rental papers. Erithetic Say... uh... you fellas are going to be careful with this car, aren't you? Victor Of course. Victor throws the car into reverse -- roars backwards past the gas pumps to where gnagare is unloading their rusted out car. Erithetic Well, good god! You just backed over that two foot concrete abutment and you didn't even slow down! Forty-five in reverse! And you barely missed the pump! Victor No harm done. I always test the transmission that way. The rear end. For stress factors. gnagare transfers boxes of new sound equipment and a large box of rum and ice into the RED SHARK. Erithetic Say. Are you fellows drinking? Victor Not me. We're responsible people. He JAMS the car into LOW GEAR and lurches into traffic. The AGENT runs into the street and helplessly watches them go. gnagare There's another worrier. He's probably all cranked up on speed. EXT. RUNDOWN BEACH HOUSE - NIGHT STRANGE AND MAGICAL. In the moonlight: the silhouetted figures of Victor and gnagare as they pack the RED SHARK. Victor (V/O) We spent the rest of that night rounding up materials and packing the car. Then we ate some mescaline and went swimming. The surf crashes in the distance... EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - NIGHT Victor cries out as he dives into the ocean. He lets himself float up through the silvery bubbles... Victor AND gnagare FLOAT BEATIFICALLY IN THE GLOWING, SHIMMERING MOONLIT SURF. Victor (V/O) Our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character; a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit... EXT. AND EVEN FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO Something city - DAY Victor's intense face. Victor ...and we're chock full of that! gnagare Damn right! Victor My attorney understands this concept, despite his racial handicap. But do you?! Burgerpants nods -- giggles -- petrified. Victor (V/O) He said he understood, but I could see in his eyes that he didn't. He was lying to me. gnagare My heart! gnagare clutches his heart. The car veers off the road and screeches to a halt. He slumps over the wheel. gnagare (CONT'D) Where's the medicine? Victor The medicine? Yes, it's right here. Victor spills out 4 AMYL CAPSULES from a tin. Victor Don't worry, this man has a bad heart... Angina Pectoris. But we have a cure for it. Victor and gnagare break 2 AMYLS apiece -- INHALE DEEPLY. Gnagare falls back on the seat, staring straight up at the sun. Burgerpants looks petrified. gnagare (suddenly flailing his naked arms at the sky) Turn up the fucking music! My heart feels like an alligator! Volume! Clarity! Bass! We must have bass! What's wrong with us? Are you goddamn old ladies? Victor (turns up music to full volume) You scurvy shyster bastard! Watch your language! You're talking to a Doctor of Journalism! gnagare (laughing uncontrollably) What the fuck are we doing out here? Somebody call the police! We need help! Victor (to Burgerpants) Pay no attention to this swine. He can't handle the medicine. (he begins laughing) gnagare (to Burgerpants) The truth is we're going to Something city to croak a scag baron named danny. I've known him for years but he ripped us off -- and you know what that means, right? gnagare pulls out a .357 Magnum -- waves it around. gnagare (CONT'D) Danny has cashed his check! We're going to rip his lungs out! Victor And eat them! That bastard won't get away with this! What's going on in this country when a scum sucker like that can get away with sandbagging a Doctor of Journalism? gnagare cracks ANOTHER AMYL. Burgerpants SCRAMBLES OUT OF THE CAR, DOWN THE TRUNK LID, AND FLEES. Burgerpants Thanks for the ride. Thanks a lot. I like you guys. Don't worry about me. Victor (yells) Wait a minute! Come back and have a beer! Burgerpants RUNS from car. gnagare Good riddance. That boy made me nervous. Did you see his eyes? (laughing) Jesus, this is good medicine. Victor glances back at the running Burgerpants. Victor (suddenly clambering into the front seat) Move over!! We have to get out of California before that kid finds a cop! Victor GUNS THE RED SHARK -- TAKES OFF DOWN THE ROAD... EXT. UNBELIEVABLY FAR DOWN THE ROAD TO something city - DAY THE RED SHARK races -- Victor at the wheel -- straight ahead driving. Victor (V/O) It was absolutely imperative that we get to the something Hotel before the deadline for press registration. Otherwise, we might have to pay for our suite. gnagare wrestles with a shaker of COCAINE. The top comes off and the powder swirls away on the wind. gnagare Oh, Jesus! Did you see what god just did to us? Victor God didn't do that! You did it! You're a fucking narcotics agent, that was our cocaine, you pig! gnagare (waving his .357 Magnum at Victor) You better be careful. Plenty of vultures out here. They'll pick your bones clean before morning. Victor You whore! gnagare tears up a BLOTTER OF ACID.
Role playing #bladesinthedark tonight with @geylfling #zekemystique #gnagare #lemental #johnharper
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