And if Jesus isn't to your liking, he wishes to offer you your choice from amongst a vast array of lovely corpses that have also, after a fashion, risen from the grave.
As threatened, I finally went to Body Worlds at the Museum of Science and Industry, and spent roughly four hours sketching. So very, very worth the wait.
Interestingly enough, I got pounced on by security, along with all of my friends who showed up to sketch, and made to sign a release form promising I wouldn't sell or otherwise profit from the sketches. The release form also said I couldn't set up any easels, block traffic, and that I was required to stop drawing if attendance exceeded 400 persons at any one time.
I guess that's been a problem.
Afterwards, I and the rest of my art-fag compatriots hit Game On, another museum exhibition. It didn't even pretend to be educational, but just crammed every memorable game from Pong to Dance Dance Revolution into three big rooms and let you loose to remember how much you sucked at them. We stayed until they kicked us out.
We also saw baby chicks hatching. Then, we went out for Chinese and possibly ate their parents.
Life is good, and continues to be so rather reliably.
