day one hundred ninety.

its tuesday night! which means i am naturally posting about sunday!

WARNING

the following post contains some items of a macabre nature

beth and i traveled out to walter reed hospital to visit the national museum of health and medicine. i've been wanting to go there since i arrived in DC, so i was very excited that it was also at the top of beth's list. it also happened to be beautifully empty of other tourists.

the sign is need of a little preservation itself

immediately when you enter the museum, it is assassination central:

hey beth

squares and a space chimp

thumbs up

this reminded me of harry potter (the bezoar part. not the stomach-shaped hair below)

still is.

salute to facial reconstruction

its pretty amazing actually what they could accomplish even during WWI

okay, so the prosthetic leg on the right was furtively fashioned in 1942 by 2 american inmates in a japanese prisoner of war camp for another POW with an amputated leg, from the remains of a leather belt and metal folding chair, whittled using only a pocketknife. WHAT.

dr. brennan?


visitor comments!
people are impressed/disgusted/shit just got real
(as always, click to embiggen)

we made our own sunday night dinner


burritos, veggies, and a day surrounded by diseased organs and bones
what could be better?

day twenty-three.

happy fedora friday.
here is a picture of my dinner:

anything goes burrito: garlic hummus, black beans, fresh salsa, seitan, and a sprinkling of nutritional yeast.

day six.

my reaction exactly.

in non-television related news, i made a burrito tonight and it reminded me of that show "rich girls," when ali didn't know how to make one and had a burrito breakdown. did i say non-television related? i meant highly so.