10/28/2005 09:30:00 PM
Being responsible for the choices that define the path of another life can be quite a lot of pressure for a couple of punk kids. Thankfully, I've got a good little sausage helping me out.

Rainy days bring hungry cats, hungry cats on rations so they don't overpopulate. Things are tough all around. The Idog looked hungry and pitiful so I am feeding him Dead Kennedys.

I saw this guy has been creeping around in my yard, lurking for children and small creatures to feed on. It was a Hallowe'en decoration I made last year that came to life and escaped the confines of the shed and released it's own brand of depraved evil on the neighbourhood.



Who would thought an old baby doll from value village and a wicked paint job could cause such havoc

 10/28/2005 06:41:00 AM
Ever notice no one says BomDiggity anymore? However imprperly spelled that may be...

 10/28/2005 06:37:00 AM
Sometimes it's tough when there is so much to do... like there's a big stack of cement blocks teetering on top of my head, making every move that much more risky, more thought out, more nervous. I just hope nothing comes crashing down.

In other new today is friday which means WEEKEND! I am looking forward to Halloween though our display this year will be weak. We were burnt out last year after all of that effort and such few kids. In other news, Zombie Baby is on the go. More to come soon.

 10/24/2005 08:46:00 PM
Thanks to husband's hard work, the furniture is moved and we just bought a new can opener. I am hanging up halloween decorations and am disturbed and saddened that I can't find the babydoll I painted up like a zombie. I think perhaps... she has escaped. Everybody hates her, so it would make sense that she'd have some scores to settle.

People who like noisy, singing and/or dancing halloween decorations are all the same... often noisy, singing and/or dancing themselves. There's a market I would like to obliterate altogether.

 10/24/2005 08:04:00 PM
Lunchtime quickies are even more fun than you might think.

 10/23/2005 10:23:00 PM
As opposed to focusing on the actual tasks that needed doing this weekend (read: moving furniture so it doesn't get rotten in the event of yet another flood, cleaning up the filth in the yard, buying a new electric can opener and so forth) we flittered away our attentions on getting me a new bike. It's an Eaton Road King from 1966. Although initially I had planned on just getting a new bike seat, the project has blossomed into various parts of it in a variety of states (primed, stripped and so forth) strewn around my house, hanging from light fixtures and gracing my work clothes pile. The absurdity of it all struck me. All I wanted was to maybe put on a new seat since the old one was pretty beat up. The crappy spray paint job was fine with me... Why is it that every time we get a simple idea, it turns into a mammoth project that is a bitch to finish? For people whose momentum always dies a quick death, we sure do take on momentous tasks.

I shouldn't whine though, husband is doing all of the labour, and he really is excited.

 10/08/2005 12:04:00 PM
Hospitals are not fun places to be for 1 and a half days. Also, I will be writing a children's book. That is all.

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