These are the biscuits I made for a pre-thanksgiving thanksgiving party. The one that has a vague resemblance to PAC man was tasty. The one next to it was made of something I’d rather not discuss.
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This is Benny, our neighborhood cat. She just woke up, and in exchange for this picture she demanded that I give her ears a good scratch. Never let it be said that I don’t reciprocate. Anyway, it turns out she’s about to have a litter. Benny is a small cat, entirely too sweet for her own good, and I’m totally at a loss for what to do. Despite my hard hearted, cynical nature, and against my own advice, I’ve become attached to the cat. Hell, if we weren’t allergic, Shannon has already confirmed that Benny would be our cat.
Now that’s she’s having kittens, I’m worried about her. Yes, I know she’s a semi-wild animal now, and that she can fend for herself, but I don’t want her to. I want her life, and her kittens, to be relatively safe. I know there are “friends of neighborhood cat” websites, and I do have a friend who is a vet, but do people have other advice? And when Benny’s kittens are old enough, who wants one? She is, without a doubt in my mind, the sweetest cat I have ever met (sorry Matthew). I can only imagine her kittens will share her demeanor.
Holy Shit! Sunday?!
I worked half the day on Saturday, and Scott Simon was on Sunday Edition this morning. It’s really played with my idea of time today. So, for the first of March, I phone it in with a pic of the dog I would love to own one day.
I have no idea what to call dream dog.* Feel free to leave one in the comments.
*Its a dream dog. Owning this dog is based solely on what I deem cute. If we could have, and afford, a dog a this point, I do no think dream dog would work.
biz in boots
biz in boots
Originally uploaded by officergleason
I know I said there would be fiction on friday–at least a sample of something that I have written–but having made this pledge early Thursday morning, I have not yet had the time to flush out my ideas. I had time to scribble them down during lunch yesterday…
But why would you care. Look at Biz. He’s adorable! He’ll distract you while I work on my writings…
update: I seem to have lost my hand written notes. crap.
The Last Eight Years
Can be be described with this poster from Boing Boing.
Just so everyone knows, I am not avoiding the debates or comments; however I was given a deadline to finish nerd stuff, so I have to prioritize. Otherwise, the consequences are terrifying.