Bang, bang!
Last night Mat, a dear friend from my university days, came to visit before he runs away to travel the world. He'll go to Ireland, then Britain, spend time in Amsterdam and Prague, see Israel, Jordan, and Egypt, India and Japan, and a good many places I'm forgetting, almost entirely by himself. I cannot wait to talk to him upon his return. He and my roommate Beth and her boything Brian and I stayed up late into the night eating something like Indian food, talking, eating brie and fruit, talking more, and drinking beer and cider while Mat tried to restrain himself from taking ten thousand photographs. The following represent a few of his indulgences.
I suppose I don't mention it here quite as often as I ought, but I have a modest collection of antique vibrators. This one was made in 1918 or so, if I recall, and is my favourite mostly due to its being shaped like a ray gun. It kicks, too, although it smells of something burning when in operation.
How long ago was it that I promised pictures of my tattoo? I'd have a second one by now were it not for the vengeful snapper.
Pardon the bruise. Again, the fish and the resulting tetanus shot can be blamed.