THE MISADVENTURES OF AN ESOTERIC INVESTIGATOR

I went to the zoo on Saturday with Jacquelyn and Ethan. Everything was pretty normal. I am still going to steal the tamarins. They will come home and live with me and the cats will give them rides around the house and we'll be a big, happy pseudo-family.

Ok, everything was normal, except the pissed-off polar bear who was lounging in his swimming pool, then got out and started stalking back and forth giving everyone the stink-eye with a strutting posture that said, "Oooh, you giggling sons-of-bitches, if I could just get past this barrier, I'd eat every one of you!   Oh, and what a fine meal it would be!"




In other news:

I finally finished that flyer I started a long damned time ago. The promoters kept adding new talent and frills until it inflated from a simple half-page flyer (5.5"x8.5") to a whopping 6"x12" which might not seem like a lot, but that's a huge flyer, especially for the Wisconsin rave scene, which is all but dead compared to the heyday of the mid-to-late 90's. Here is the final product, the front, and the back.