Motherfucking Blockbuster Movie Pass. Brain melting. Not working. Movies. Movies. Movies. Unlimited. Long weekend. Rotting.

So we bought this Movie Pass. It’s like eating six dozen chocolate chip cookies in one sitting or, better yet, teenage sex—so new and exciting that you just keep doing it over and over and over but three days later you are walking bowlegged and your entire pelvis is bruised.

In the past three days I think I have watched thirteen movies. Do the math on that one. I don’t think it can possibly get any unhealthier than that. I cannot remember half of what I watched—a sure sign that there was some brain damage involved in this reckless, hedonistic, movie orgy. Compulsive movie watching like this will definitely leave your brain all scabby and oozing. I promise.

Fuck. Shut up. Movie’s back on.

This solitary flower in a circle of trees was lit by a single beam of light. It was very surreal. You’d have expected a chorus of golden voices to start ahhhh-ing at any second.

I think this will become one of my most favorite photos—if only for the way it was calling to be photographed.

I’m sure I took enough photos at Lion Country Safari for a Nine Photos feature yesterday.

There may also be a redesign in the works.