Melancholy Butterfly Puppies

Why do people like to dress up their dogs? I think that some people truly consider their dogs to be human and feel the need to clothe them. Others enjoy dressing up their dogs in the same way that children enjoy dressing up their dolls and action figures. I generally don’t like to dress up pets, but this was just too perfect- my older sister had a bunch of butterfly wings hanging around so I had to tie them onto the puppies.
Have you ever seen such an unhappy butterfly puppy? If I dress him up any more, I think I’ll give him issues, so I’m not going to make this a habit.
Killer’s little sister doesn’t like the wings much either, but she doesn’t seem so depressed about the whole affair:

The Future of Medicine needs to pay more attention

A big post about my road trip with my little sister looms in the not-so-distant future, but in the meantime here’s a small taste of our journey:
We were walking through Yellowstone on one fine afternoon, admiring geysers like the one pictured above. Little did we imagine that one of our group would be taken down in a most unexpected incident in front of Vent Geyser.
Extensive wooden walkways have been installed all around in order to minimize the impact that the park welcomes each year, as well as to keep people safe from the hazards of walking off of the known path. Once in a while, someone will wander off path and fall through the earth into super-heated water, resulting in burns or even death. It’s refreshing not to be over-protected from things that can hurt you but won’t unless you do something stupid. In a country where too many things are ruined for us all because some dumbass does something to ruin it for us all, it is nice to be able to go somewhere where you are given responsibility for your own safety.
Merin is pointing and laughing at Chris, a fellow med school student at Rosalind Franklin University, after he got his ass kicked by a park bench. As he was walking along the edge of the trail, he failed to notice the bench in front of him and hit it with such force with one shin that he tripped and smacked his other shin into the bench seat before falling forward onto the bench. It looked and sounded painful, but no sympathy was forthcoming.
“It really hurts!”, whined the pre-med.
“Hahahahahaha!”, we replied. From that point on his responses, no matter what he said, elicited nothing but laughter. It still makes me laugh just thinking about it. He’s not quite ready for the responsibilities that come with walking around shin high obstacles.
I live to take pictures so that I can remember moments like these. Yes, be proud America, for he is among the students destined to blaze the path of the future of medicine!

Crazy Baby Bunnies

This entry marks the beginning of a series on a road trip that I took with my little sister and her boyfriend a few months ago:
The rabbits have been out in great numbers everywhere. They don’t seem to need much to proliferate. I’ve seen them in the grass, chaparral, and riparian habitats.
Young bunnies seem to be less spooky than the adults. This one liked to get really close, and then started spazzing out, running this way and that. I think I saw them do the same thing to coyotes on the Discovery Channel. I don’t remember why they do this, butt it reminds me of the behaviour of young humans.
If you like bunny rabbits, you might check out Daniel Chong’s short story.
I tried stewed rabbit in France, and remember it being a mild, succulent meat. Trying rabbit was one of the first times that I tried something not usually eaten in America, and this experience set me on the path to eating animals, parts of animals, and other things that I would have never been able to try had I stuck to the McDonalds diet when visiting foreign lands. I’ll take stewed rabbit over a Big Mac any day!
Doesn’t he look cute/delicious? Mmmmm. Stewed rabbit.

Ricky Bobby gets Fast and Furious

Mopar sponsored an event that made for a strange gathering of people who either came to see their favorite NASCAR driver try and their hand at drifting, or to see some of the best drifters from Japan’s D-1 circuit. I tried taking pictures of the event, but my lens was way too slow and I was too far away from the action. Though the pictures are way too blurry, the event was too interesting not to post them.
The Japanese drivers were, of course the highlight of the night. Unfortunately, we arrived a little late at the Irwindale track and missed most of their performance.
Seeing these guys race brought back memories of over 7 years ago, when I first saw cars like these tearing through the giant intertwined maze of bridges and streets in Yokohama. Back then, I had no idea what drifing was, and was amazed to see these cars evade the police with such grace and ease, and then returning shortly after the cops left to continue racing.
One NASCAR driver demonstrated how hard it is to drift in a NASCAR racer. I have to admit, it was pretty funny.
The NASCAR fans went wild watching their favorite drivers attempt to drift, but I quickly became bored of watching them.They didn’t practice beforehand like they were supposed to, so we were watching them learn how to drift. Thankfully, the Japanese guys came back on the track for an unscheduled finale.
Bigfoot also had a go at drifting. Watching that huge truck lunge from side to side was entertaining, but this is not the Bigfoot that I remember from the old days. The old solid blue design was much better! Now the sponsor’s name is written in larger print than the name of this iconic monster truck.
There were many strange things about this event: First of all it was sponsored by Mopar. It was also weird to see absolutely no Autobacs signs.
This was my first time actually being around NASCAR fans, and likely my last. I’ve never seen so many mullets in one place at one time! Nothing against NASCAR or the people who like this variety of racing, it’s just not my scene. I’ll take rally racing any day over doing donuts or drag racing.
I think the lesson from this event is to avoid Mopar sponsored drifting events, and stick to ones that are sponsored by Autobacs.