Showing posts with label Phun with Fotos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phun with Fotos. Show all posts

June 19, 2008

Dead By Dawn


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November 21, 2007

Victory Is Mine!

I had a knit pair of slipper boots/mukluks in college that were my favorite things ever. I wore them everywhere, including on rounds. They even went to Mexico with me. Sadly, they died a rather violent death by dog mauling.

For the past 10 years or so, I've been looking for a new pair. I've scoured the internets, tried every variation in search engines and came up empty handed. I could have planned a trip back to OU to go to the store where I originally purchased these, but I'm not going to take a 7 hour trip (one way) just to buy a pair of $20 slipperboots.

Today, I finally found a site that sells them -- just as I remember them, leather soles and all. You know the first thing I did, after I got over the initial shock, was click on the "Buy These Bitches Now" button. I should have them in my greedy bootslipper loving hands in 3-5 business days. Pictures will be posted. Seriously. And maybe I'll even post the pictures of Roxy and Ginger that I was supposed to have posted months ago.

[If you doubt my love for these boots, there is at least one semi-regular commenter that has witnessed these boots in all their glory. They even went on rounds with me in said boots. I'll let you all figure out who s/he is.]

October 9, 2007

New Links

Ashamedly, I have to admit that I'm a big fan of the LOLcat meme that's been going around for the last 2 billion years.

I can haz cheezbergur? No, not yourz, kitteh.

But now I've discovered 2 new sites that make me happy:

Stuff On My Mutt (for the dog lovers) and
Stuff On My Cat (for those that love the pouncing hairball factories.)

Enjoy.

December 15, 2006

You Can Thank Me Later, Or Not At All

Of all the Arts, Performance Art is the least understood and appreciated. It's pretty hard to interpret. It's probably the most mocked as well. Since this is the G'porium, you already know what I'm going to do. Here's the analysis:

  • Fire -- the destructive power of war
  • Helmet -- commentary on how the troops aren't adequately equipped
  • Thong, Clogs (or are they cleats?), Tube socks, and an old, tubby Spaniard -- say what?
Verdict: Someone round up the ShortBus, a drool guard, a trank gun, and one of those white jackets with all the straps. We've got ourselves a live one here.

And for the record, I'm pretty sure that Oviedo doesn't have stuff just burning in the streets.