Whatever some of them might tell you, even girls can be pretty gutter-minded sometimes…
If you don’t believe me, just check out this wonderful poem, as written by young Heloise before leaving for rainier shores.
Shocker.
Category: General
Photo gallery tidy up.
Finally got around to sorting out my photo gallery page. Have loads of pictures to sort and upload still. At this rate it’ll happen never. Much like adding more beers.
Our nice dog.
Successfully kept the wolf from the door for another week, no help from young George with that, maybe I can teach him how to use Photoshop and Dreamweaver, and he can learn to pay his own way rather than just pissing on the floor.
He decided tonight that he used to like it when he slept on my lap, thing is he is now way too big for that sort of thing, but he insisted, and he’s also now too big to refuse.
Click it for a nice big shot of me and George at my desk, taken candidly by young Girlgeek.
Bethels Lake
Girlgeek took the boys (Wataki, Trixie, Monkey & George) out to Bethels Lake yesterday, was fun0r.
The fatties (Trixie & Monkey) slid up and down the dunes on their bellies while the skinnies (Girlgeek & Wataki) lay around, read books, and ate fine, uh, sausages & bread, and drank fine, uh, coca-cola.
I’ve got more pictures, but this one will have to do for now, maybe the others will be up as a gallery.
Click the dog for a bigger version, with more background and stuff.
BBQ Time. Set all dogs to auto-hump!
Delicious BBQ and happy humping dogs and crazy fireworks (lots of) what a fun. 🙂
Dylan thought he could eat a 1.2 kg steak. He was wrong.
Kiddy fiddler.
So, I was going to try to grow out a full beard, but I’m now under strict instructions that I must tidy up (eg. shave) before our little dinner outing this evening, which will set me back about 2 weeks. Ahh well. Maybe I can give myself a nice child-molester mustache or something, teach her a lesson not to trifle with me.
*gets whacked in the back of the head*
Or not.
Sleeping dogs.
If you’ve never tried to catch a photo of a dog sleeping, you won’t appreciate how lucky I was to get this one.
Our tiny little boy what are bad.
George is both much much better, and much much worse. He’s learning not to jump up so much, and he’s playing much nicer. But he’s also been going into the bin a lot (daily, sometimes more) and ruining a lot of Claire’s nice stuff.
It’s a bit hard to reconcile the good little baby boy with the naughty little bad puppy… He only ever does the bad stuff when we’re out.
One of the problems with being so outrageously intelligent is holding two or more apparently contradictory positions on a single issue.
So, I was thinking tonight, in reference to something I was thinking about a few days ago, and realised that I have some pretty serious ethical problems with eating meat… I mean, taking another life, just for a meal, it simply isn’t necessary.
Not going to stop, though, it is delicious… But it might force me to eventually. Who can say.
Lastly, I’m sick of getting my arse kicked, so please stop.
Newton MessagePad
I’ve recently acquired an old Newton MessagePad to play with, built a serial cable adapter to connect it to my workstation… Details are here. BTW, you don’t give a damn about this unless you have a Newton yourself, so don’t bother, there aren’t any jokes or anything.