Super rushed happy faced yeti I did for my work’s annual snow trip a couple months back. He had the company logo on his shirt and board but then technical difficulties. I may or may not give him some touching up at a later date.
The snow trip was a blast by the by. Saw not yetis but still a blast.
So I had this bizarre dream last night that I was at a picnic with members of the Stray Cats and Metallica, an odd combination. It was Slim Jim’s birthday and instead of cake, Brian had brought along this whole bag of dried fruit. He was really chuffed with himself, and started getting really excited about his contribution of dried figs to the picnic. Only they weren’t figs, they were clearly dates. We got into a pretty heated argument, it was ugly.
I feel this is a comment on my own inner turmoil, deciding whether I prefer dates or figs in my morning oatmeal. Its a tough call. One has lots of calcium while the other is full of potassium. Oh woe. Now that I type this, I can understand why it was Stray Cats and Metallica. Both are very different, much like figs and dates, but can both be incorporated into a healthy diet, but one must choose when. Or not. End ramble.
Pretty apt representation of both Brian and myself at Brian Setzer’s Rockabilly Riot the other week. He’s my favorite.
Hey there new people!! I don’t know where you’re all coming from but yay!! This blog’s feeling more like a party, and less like lonely cat lady ramblings!
Speaking of cats, I bawled my eyes out this evening during the start of Up, while the psychopathic cat that keeps coming in our house savaged my foot. Wasn’t expecting either of these things to happen, but here we are.
Oh and this dapper wolf dude, he’s a sneak peek at the project that is going to see my descend into a whole new world of crazy. Howling Mad even. Hope y’like him!
