Wednesday July 22nd 2004.So, speaking of how to get bones out of things Todd Santiago AKA ‘Skullmaster,’ PA, wrote me about his favourite cleaning method, which we shall call the Tarp Oven. I was going to quote him but I appear to have eaten the original message.

In short, one makes a sandwich of tarps, and the filling is your nice dead animals, heads or whatever. Keep it hot, in the sun, and before you know it, all your maggotty friends will clean those puppies right up for you. The key here is heat, so sorry to you Scottish and English types…. Thanks, Todd!

In other news, I have enjoyed the first few tomatoes from my other Deadgarden, tasty treats grown on bone!

Saturday July 17th, 10:07pm. Obviously past cocktail hour, yet I have no clinky-drink! What is WRONG with me??

So, I was thinking I should put the new stuff at the *top*, like normal people do. Ta-DAAAAAH! Now, can I add a picture? Let’s find out!

Success!! I made a picture! It’s a bucket of animal skulls I ordered a while back. Let’s talk about how I made a Dead Garden, shall we? Do let’s. But first, more pictures! Wheee!

There’s the open bucket!

So, that’s the yummy stuff inside…

Lookit all the little bunny ears!

Basically, you throw these into the garden bed and cover them with dirt. Here I used a raised bed, for convenience, as bones will move and sink faster than you can *imagine* underground. Bury it here and it’ll move a foot and a half in a few months, weird. Plant something seasonal on top, and the roots will eat up the meat, and the dirt turns your skulls nice colours! What could be nicer? Well, aside from a G&T.

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Ooooh, let’s see if the words appear if I put them here in the HTML…. Hey! They did! This is just so great. Well, right now I am losing my mind taxiderming a friend’s cat, so if you read in the news that I have flung myself into the jaws of a hippo, now you know why. Now that The Power of writing in this page is with me, I shall be writing things frequently! Whoo-hooo!

Monday March 22nd I must not drink french 75s, go see The Paperboys, and fling myself onto the concrete on my unprotected knees. Twice. Oooooowwwwww!

Tuesday, March 30th. I finally got around to pinning a bat out in a flight position! His itty bitty jaws are gonna be open to show off his little teefers, let’s hope all his innards are preserved properly. I still wouldn’t call him ph-neutral or archival, but heck, it’ll most likely outlast me so there. Only one part of one mutilated knee still really hurts. NO french 75s. NO french 75s.

Dear god, how time flies. How often am I doomed to hurt myself randomly on antlers, anyway? It’s July 1, now, BTW.

Sunday July 11th Drat it! Due to my horrid spam, I just deleted an email from a nice gal asking about a bunny, who happened not to put in a subject line. Sigh. If anyone ever emails me and doesn’t hear back, it's because I acidentally deleted your email thinking it was spam. Write again! Resend! Something! Because I do write back to each and every person who writes to me.