except that I'd have a lot more faith in the dairy industry if their ad campaign was a sleek, minimalist triumph featuring japanese fountains of milk bottles and houses of cards constructed from single cheese slices.
Anyone know how fossils become fossils? My mother just shouted, "I don't understand how they make possums!" but turns out my ears need cleaning. I explained that it was sort of like pressing a flower except then it turns into rock, and then I realised that actually I don't get it either. The brain, he will no go. If anyone wants to jump-start me on fossils, please leave comment. The Little Lion mentioned lime salts but I'm pretty sure he doesn't really know either.
OK apparently fossils are made of bone. I may have to do some research on this tomorrow, when I am supposed to be working. My escort ad went in today! I was so proud, was like seeing child in school play or something. One's own child, not random child. I showed everyone. Should probably clarify at this point that it was an escort ad I made for a customer, not my own personal escort ad (this blog pretty much does the job there).
BETTER BLOG TOMORROW MAYBE IT WILL BE ABOUT FOSSILS WOOOOPP I GOTS RSI IN MY TRIGGER FINGER
Actually, I would like to leave you with a short bedtime story. I wrote it. Eventually I will illustrate it in Paint.
The Bottom of the Sea
Once upon a time there was a little Jellyfish. He lived under the sea, with all the other jellyfish, but he was different - while all of the other jellyfish had smooth, round domes, he had a little dent in his dome! His mother said it was cute, but all of the other jellyfish said it made him look like a bottom, and they compared him to the bottoms bobbing high above. They laughed at him, and stung him with their tentacles.
One day, the little jellyfish decided that the other jellyfish were just too mean, and that he was going to throw himself onto the beach. "I look like a bottom," he sighed sadly, "no-one is ever going to love me!" And he caught a passing wave and let himself be washed onto the shore.
As the little jellyfish lay dying on the beach, two children came past.
"Look!" said one to the other. "A jellyfish that looks like a heart!"
And they ran to get their net, and came back and scooped up the little jellyfish, and they took him to the Aquarium, where he lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story is that one man's heart is another man's butt? I heart your butt.