Least Of All Me
Suicidal Fish #12 (click to see big version)
PS. I still love Mutts.
Poor fishy.
Yesterday I was lucky enough to see the goats. That usually never happens in the weekends. But the place was open when I went shopping.
So I went inside to say hello. And now the funny pictures.
Mads is eating hay. Hilarious, eh? No no, not yet. Seconds after I took that picture he got up on his hind legs and stood up against the wall to eat more hay. So I figured I’d take a picture of that too. But just as I pressed the button…
What happened? Mads somehow grabbed the entire pack of hay and ripped it up out of the holder and down on the floor. That’s Mads for ya, when there’s food around he gets crazy.
And then he gorged on the lovely hay. Well done, Mads!
He cracks me up.
Also cute dogs from a couple of days ago:
If that picture doesn’t make you yawn then you must be superhuman. But then all my pictures probably make you yawn. Ah, nothing like self-deprecating humour.
Getting ready to play.
And he’s off!
Bongi rolling in the grass. That upset Pernille. Apparently the dogs aren’t allowed to roll around like that because they get all dirty and smelly. As I understood it. Pernille is formerly known as Alice, by the way. I’m not always good at catching people’s names.
New additions to the site: links.html – copyright.html – signs.html
Did you know that it’s not necessary to put a “copyright” sign on your page/picture/poem etc? It has no effect. If you write something then you have the rights to it, no matter if you put a (c) at the bottom or not. Interesting, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?!
Just nod politely.
That’s all. Weekend almost over. It’s the circle of life. Apparently.
Listening: Tina Dickow – Nobody’s Man (I am hooked on this song. Go here and click it to listen to a long sample).
August 15th, 2005 at 4:39
ahhh plume the power of christ compells you to remove all those pictures of the i from your panties gallery, ive become uncomfortably suspicious that the mother looks at stuff on my computer and in my infinite state of paranoia, have become paranoid that she will somehow see it and conclude that i’m in some sex cult which i may or may not be in but dont want her to know or think about it in any way. also my friend keeps talking about my father and his package and it’s super disturbing, i think im gonna explode from some kind of child-parent sexual uncomfortableness soon.
May 21st, 2006 at 7:57
perro http://blog.lide.cz/dmoz