Incidentally, I swear I'm not dead, or seduced away to tumblr, or in a Mexican prison for selling indecent imagery of underage narwhals in international waters, or whatever. I'm just in Montreal, working. Also, hockey happened, I really started trying to bring some serious game to my vodka infusion project, my house flooded, and Louise was living ( Read more... )

I celebrated Christmas the way most people do-- drinking various alcohols, eating inordinate amounts of potatoes, playing ping-pong (with an automatic game-win clause if you manage to hit the ball into the fish tank), and watching videos of turtle sex(Also, the New Year has yet to come, but I have already resolved to stop posting about animal ( Read more... )

One of the most convincing signs to me that there's a caring God out there is that every time I think I'm utterly going to go off with the rails with pure rage or frustration, some little thing usually happens-- an hour of perfect weather at lunch, strangers being randomly kind in traffic, phone call from Louise, finding a quarter-- and it defuses ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas! Have a graphic!

( Bringing you papal Christmas cheer since... uh... 2005. )

Reamed up the ass by shipping fees for Christmas gifts, check. Serves me right, I suppose, for waiting so long. And I finally saw "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" movie the other day, and yeah, these tragic love stories are killing me. I feel like I should have double-checked to make sure it wasn't actually called "Harry Potter and the ( Read more... )

We're getting ready for the big Crab Feast, and so we spent most of the day scrubbing things down with chlorine. It was very uncomfortable, and I think I have a much thinner layer of skin on several body parts, and I'll certainly never find the smell appealing now-- but at least things look decent. Pedro reminisced loudly about his bathroom caper ( Read more... )

I promised soranokumo cousin pictures in exchange for nephew pictures. And I promised twigcollins a good laugh. So. Meatworld pictures behind the cut, fairly large, not very interesting unless you want to see small adorable Asian children and my gawky mug.

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( Kate, in all seasons. Which is to say, winter and summer. )