Tree Fish Lizards, and Other Cronenbergesque Monstrosities

Thanks to BoingBoing and The Pink Tentacle for alerting me about this mysterious Japanese museum filled with creatures that don't exist. It reminds me of ExisTenZ (or however that film is pronounced), minus Jennifer Jason Leigh getting her back-hole lubed and penetrated by Jude Law.
Click the headline above for the link, translated into English for your enjoyment.

I just realized...

June's postings consisted of nothing but videos. And two videos, at that.
A text-free June...what does that mean?
I was pretty busy moving in with my girlfriend. Now I reside on the Upper West Side, miles from the Murray Hill wasteland I once called home. I'm also further from Chinatown and the East Village, which I'm sad about. But I'm closer to Harlem, which is great.

And the Museum of Natural History is not far away.
Now I need to unpack. Everything.

Good News: I'm one of the Top 6 Scott Steins

I guess that's about all I can hope for in a world of 6 billion-plus that's becoming ever more connected. On Google, my main opponents: a porn journalist, a writer teaching at Drexel, a lawyer at the Department of Justice, a folk musician, and a dead football player from the Midwest.

The passing away of Scott Stein the football player was shocking and unexpected to his teammates, and I sympathize for the community and the family. He sounds like he was a legend.

The DOJ Scott Stein is nearly invisible, but I know he's probably my greatest danger.

I've downloaded folk songwriter Scott Stein's MP3s...not bad. A little like James Taylor without editing.

Porn Scott? Hey man, you live the life. Don't burn out.

I've emailed the other writer-Scott. That was an odd experience. I think we both want to be #1. Who doesn't? Pablo Picasso would have been pissed off getting letters from another painter named Pablo Picasso.

Scott Steins, I salute thee.