Crimson Muse

And thus the old administration was ushered out and a new rulership could begin.

This home improvement was inspected by Izzy, who has given approval.

- Tee-hee

Inspector Kitteh says: Es goot.

(like tools) use brute force. It's what my Dad would do. ;p

And thus the hideous pink toilet seat was banished from 'The Throne' 4-Evva...and there was much rejoicing.

- Lil Miss Fix It

Aiiiiiiya!

Wandering through Wall*Hell a place I spend far more time than I'd ever care to admit, I ran across something that offered far more amusement than it probably ever should. I find that I can be easily reduced to Muse, age 6, with very little provocation. One of the quickest ways to get me there is things having to do with:

Yeah, I know, sad. Sad, but true. It makes me laugh just as much as it did when I was 6 as it does today. Actually, I'm sure my Mother would say...far sooner than 6. But, whatever the age, imagine my surprise when I ran across this:

Bag o' Farts

There are some things I don't want to think about when visiting public restrooms and I know I have quite the list. Public restrooms just aren't my thing.
Today's unwanted thought and paranoia (spawned by the slightly ajar air vent overhead): There best not be perv-o-vision in this restroom.

I don't know about you, but it looked to me to be a very snug place to stash those smallish lil cameras often used in Nanny Cams - my paranoia or my writer's mind kicking in I suppose. Whatever it is...not what I want to be thinking when also trying to un-stick my shoes from the floor.

Public restrooms...again, so not my thing, something I try very hard to avoid unless I'm staying with friends/family with tricky plumbing :p

Was there a camera?

I know not.

Did I try and unveil the mystery?

Of course I did, but being undertall has some serious disadvantages.

Be it yeah or nay, what I do know is this, while I may have looked ridiculous trying to prevent possible peekage...your camera eye spied nothing on me.

- I am Ninja, Hear Me Roar

I see you...

It's been awhile since I've used the vending machines in the break room and was unaware of the price hike on sodas. Having rooted around in the bottom of my pack I found .65 cents - only to realizd after I stuck in my change it had gone up .10.

Inflation...you suck!

But what didn't suck was the fact that somebody had left .10 in the machine.

For the last four days I've been fighting with a headache I can't quite shake with both my counter and over-the-counter drugs. Sometimes an extra jolt of caffeine can get the blood moving through the constricted blood vessels.

So, whoever you are... you rock and saved the day.

To continue the good will, I left the .05 in the machine.

Thank You!

- Angel (with an) a

Gratitude in a Can

Gah, so in my quest to learn how to use my new phone I realized I placed my original post in the wrong area and thus only the photo was sent through - my bad.

So, what this is...

Since Len fitted me with a new camera for my birthday I though it fitting to arm myself with a tripod as my other one seems to have gone M.I.A. in my old room. When I have enough time to setup an archealogical dig, I'm sure it will reveal itself in all the stuff that's now being stored in their (I hope).

I've dubbed this 'The Gumby Tripod'. It's small and compact enough that it's easy easy to carry on the go and it's three legs are bendable so that you can wrap it around other objects to hold your camera in place while you take your shots. I figure this eliminates my need to sign up for a yoga class in order to bend my body in ways that will no doubt land me in the bone crackers office.

When fall finally sets in I'll take it out for a spin and see what I can do with it. :)

The Gumby Tripod

Photographing Chessa is a lot like tracking down Big Foot or Nessy and asking them to say, "Cheese!" Like a 'True Believer', I know my cat exists, but the ability to provide photographic evidence to the masses is a study in patience that I seem to be failing.

This experiment may find success far quicker if I were to use the proper equipment, but it's Saturday (or Caturday to some) and I'm a bit lazy. It's Caturday and I'm hungry,as Chessa's tummy growls so too does mine, perhaps another key factor in my lack of patience.

So, on that note I will stop harassing the cats with my cell phone camera, prep my laundry to be popped in the dryer, get a belt so there will be no crack flashing on the streets, and head out to get a bite to eat.

- Harasses Cats

Loch Chessa

She is, she really is, and there are things taking place in her Gotham of which she does not approve.

She is watching and should the catbat signal shoot into the night sky and the call be made...

...it will be answered.

Hell hath no fury like a pack mate defending her pack. You call on fire...and I'll shake the earth.

- Walking In Shadows

The Batman

According to a coworker, today is good neighbor day. A local florist is giving away 10,000 roses in bundles of 10 to 12. The only stipulation is that they must be handed out. You can keep none for yourself.

Who's your good neighbor? :)

Sunshine