In case a fish gets hurt!

 

I like this one, too.

Gone Fishin'

This is the one true sign of winter around here. The smelt shacks go up, and people sit around in sheds freezing their asses off in order to catch tiny little sardine-sized fish that no one eats anyway.
Picturesque, though, ain't it?

sweet

I made this as a housewarming gift for a couple of friends of mine. Here's hoping
a) they don't look here and
b) they enjoy it. I know that they will take it in the spirit in which it's intended.

What's up with my face?

Here is a photo that I took on Friday after work. Not only was my hair bothering me (wigs are ridiculous), but since I barely ever wear makeup my skin is all super pale and ALSO, what the hell is that scratch on my chin? Maybe I have the Sixth Sense and ghosts are trying to communicate with me!

LEAVE ME ALONE GHOSTS I DON'T EVEN KNOW BRUCE WILLIS.

Panteater

I love this little dude! Here's another photo of Judd. And of my favourite pyjamas! At this point, he was sitting on my lap, eating my pants. He made a small hole. That was definitely not cool or awesome. I let him know, but he didn't seem to care. He was all "Whatever, lady. I see flowers, and I eat flowers. So suck it up, Princess!"


Judd Nelson can sometimes have a very bad attitude.

Dude!

Judd Nelson is not a very hairy buck. I think that's why he and I get along. Anyway, here he is chowing down on an orange. I find it hilarious that he likes to hide in things, so we give him a box to hide in. Then, while he's hiding in the box, he also chews it up. So that eventually, he has nothing left to hide in but maybe a 1 cm x 1 cm square of cardboard, which he's also still chewing on. He thinks he's covered, though.

Look at his hairy little nose! And his hairless little gut! I like that he's chubby and bald, like me!

My filing system

My desk is very messy. Take a look at it.

I can find whatever I want, easily. Plus I never use the thing; I'm always walking around so basically it's a place where I drop off my crap. However my superior is upset that my desk is messy and wants me to clean it. This vexes me. But I will do as she wishes because nobody actually likes getting fired.

I am a bad blogger.

Due to the Illness, and then the insanity of going back to work and not having time, I've kind of ignored this blog. Which mostly would be fine, except it's called "EVERY damn day," not "Whenever the hell I feel like it so you can kiss my ass if you're looking for a new photo".

That would be a great name for a blog, in case anyone is looking.

Anyway. I will now post a bunch of photos so that you can ooh and aah to your heart's content. Again, they're mostly of my head, but you can ooh and aah at my head's uhm... immensity.

Got Monkey?

I have been keeping our bathroom company since about 2:30 am. Things feel that they need to come out of my body, and they're not really particular about which exit they use. I went in to school this morning (dressed in my pyjamas-- not the ones you can see here, peeking out from my Couch Nap Quilt (tm)-- those are in the wash right now due to The Illness) to get the rest of my grades onto the computer there. It was fine, except the driving part and having to pull over to barf.

ANYWAY! In this photo you can see my cute "got monkey?" socks which were a Christmas gift from my leem, my second-favourite pyjama bottoms, and a piece of the Couch Nap Quilt (tm). It is the supreme couch napping blanket. Everyone should have one. But not this one. This one is mine.

Cartography

Over the past year or so, bits of my hair have started growing back. First came my eyebrows and eyelashes; now some of the hair on my head is coming in. It was about two inches long, and black, last night when I asked Rob to shave it off. I'm happy that my hair's growing, don't get me wrong, it's just that it is as annoying as hell when it's just patchy like this.

Oh well though. It may never all grow back in, but at least I'll have a head that looks like a map of the world.

Not Ray, Not Pat

... it's Roast Beef, the middle cat.


Roast Beef sits atop our computer monitor, barbecuing his single hot dog all day long. I love Roast Beef.

rack 'em up!

This is the first entry in this, my photo blog. This is a picture of my head. And my hair, mainly. This is after I spent an hour with it and a curling iron.

Also you can probably see my rack, if you look hard enough. Hey stop looking there!