Premature Night, Premature Party

 

Brought to you by a vampire's critical research failure, and by my determination to not let the eclipse mania end just yet. 

So my house happened to be right in the path of totality for this week's solar eclipse, and that was pretty awesome.  As in, soul-moving, life-altering-epiphany awesome.  Less awesome were the few thousand visitors who missed a reality check and all decided to try to leave town at the same time afterward, which inevitably gummed up every street in the city and brought the interstate to a standstill for the next ten hours.  This probably led to another, though considerably less welcome, epiphany for those involved.

But that's (probably) over by now, so everyone can go back to cooing over eclipse photos.  Ahhh....

Last Stop on the Milky Way

The astronauts were sick of freeze-dried ice cream, and that moon cheese had to come from somewhere, so...

Mystical Creatures

Years ago, my family owned a goat with an extremely questionable level of intellect.  Her name was Sekhmet, but we forever remember her as Braindead, the goat who would keep getting her head stuck in the fence where there was absolutely no grass to eat on the other side.  Do I have proof of this?  Yes.

Needless to say, we made sure she didn't reproduce. 
Thankfully, most of our other goats at the time were considerably smarter, which include (as pictured) Tiy (the cream, horned one), Hatshepsut (the small brown-and-white one), and my favorite, Selket (the black one).  And yes, we gave them all ancient Egyptian names.  Because it was cool and we could.

Vacation Time

Some people just don't know how to relax. 

Oh, and I should probably reiterate this before someone else brings it up:  vampires being literally allergic to sunlight was not part of the original stories.  They just don't usually like it very much.