Music For Emma

Today's Iguana Music feature is for Emma who Sometimes visits this blog and comments. And sometimes I suspect she just lurks. She was all like "you can't find this song" and I said "watch me". Well not exactly. Sort of. Anyhow it is a good cover of a Zep tune I am not really that much in to. It is super over played. Anyhow there it is.

I am like a giant squid, deep in the abyss. My tentacles stretch out a very long distance, yet I am unseen. The way I like it to be. My sources are many.

I got some sort of mystery funk. I feel sort of crappy. Not too crappy, just crappy enough that I am not super motivated to do anything. I am drinking that Airborne crap. Someone told me it would work, but who the hell knows. I do not feel any worse, nor do I feel better. So did the stuff work, or did it not work? Nobody knows. There is no way to know.

I got some ugly ass shoes.

Corcs. They are ugly as hell but they are comfortable. They are made of some kind of soft plastic or something. They do not slip on a wet boat deck, nor do they leave marks. I got them for use on the boat, but I have been wearing them instead of putting on real shoes. I am apparently too lazy to tie my shoes now. Also I feel crappy and do not really want to go anyplace.

I tried to take a picture of Skipper, but he would not have it. He kept running off or attacking the camera. I have to catch him when he is zonked out, otherwise all you will see is a gray blur.
The shutter on the digital camera is slow. I press the shutter release, there is a pause, and then it takes the photo. During that pause Skipper has run off or pounced on the lens or whatever. The auto focus can not react fast enough.