I wore my hat to the Albino Press, and this happened when I took it off.
Also, I love the guy in the background who has basically the same expression as me.
This is Yoshi, watching me hold a bottle cap over his head. It’s like something out of Wegman. Only with a cat. And the cat is a total lunatic.
Life is hard, but I bought myself Jaffa Cakes to make up for it.
This appears to be graffiti of a yakking bird, over stencil of a raccoon head.
I’m not sure what exactly this sculpture that someone near Alberta had in their yard says about man’s inhumanity to man, but it’s certainly something.
I got a rather severe spider bite on my ass last week. Attributing the incident to pants that had been sitting in the back of the closet for some time, I took everything out and washed it. Unfortunately, there isn’t a conveniently-located dry cleaners, so my 1960s Brook’s Brothers suit is still sitting around for Yoshi to use to demonstrate his habit of sitting in the worst possible places.
When Hazel came up on Friday we went to some early thing at Holocene and were the only people who danced. I took a terrible picture of the pictures we got from the photo booth there (meta!) I like the third one, because I think I look like Bertie Wooster in it.
On Saturday we went to a Halloween party. Hazel dressed as Rosemary form Rosemary’s Baby. It was widely conceded that her costume was the most frightening.
I went as Frank Bullit, but there were no good pictures.
The house has gotten really cold, and the furnace died again.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to have done with it and get some more powerful electric space heaters.
