Whose buddies all knew him as Gustav
I have been having a run of the kind of days where I can't understand why my body keeps waking up at all. In the afternoon,
spatch showed me a mural he had found a few days ago, which the owners of the house should be frequently complimented on, and in the evening we watched Ken Russell's Mahler (1974), which with all due thanks to
gwynnega for the recommendation we turned out to love. Autolycus sleeps with his tail wrapped beneath his ears like a pillow. My ability to watch movies seems to have returned to a normal level; the time I have to write about them has not. The number of problems the institution of universal basic income would solve for me is honestly not small.



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I would love to see photos! Do you know anyone who can touch it up? I had no idea garage cephalopods were a known subspecies.
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About ten or fifteen years ago, the neighborhood organization used some of its funding to pay an artist to put murals, as designated by the homeowners, on such garages as were repeatedly tagged or otherwise graffitied. The arrangement was that the garage owners would scrub down their doors and paint the background, with paint paid for by the neighborhood organization; and then the artist would do the actual art. I think both we and whoever caused the octopus that you saw to be put on those doors were given the idea by the double-door design, which begs to have an image that appears to be passing behind the gap between the doors. And aquarium naturally comes to mind after that. And squid are large and imposing, though probably seldom found in aquaria; so the necessary fantastic note that we wanted is there also.
The artist who did the mural has left town; in fact, she did so before putting more fish and some seaweed on our doors, though we are fine with that; what's there is good.
We do know artists, but they mostly do not work outside at that scale.
P.