Morgan Avery

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.

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.

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.

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.

I’ve got a cold and it fucking sucks.

And today I have three words:

1. Too.
2. Much.
3. Cider.

My back is so sore I can hardly stand, let alone walk normally. This is way way not cool. If anyone knows a good chiro, please, let me know.

A different word today, and thanks to MeFi for this one: Cynicalicious

I have only one word for you: Slouse.