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Tundra # 3
He looks arrogant, doesn't he? You'll learn why later. His ears are still intact, so this picture must have been before Mushroom arrived; it might even have been when we still thought he was a girl. That's Elaine highlighted in the background. I'll post a better picture of her later, and Boyd as well (I'm just getting the hang of posting pictures). Although they haven't been introduced yet, I'll also post a picture of Sam (my friend's African Gray Parrot) and Maynard (our ferret).— January 31, 2010 5:13 p.m.
Tundra # 1
Can you post pictures seperately from your avatar and portrait? I like my avatar (2D), but I'm not crazy about my portrait--I look like I'm fat with a receding hairline. I have pictures of Tundra, Elaine, and Boyd, but not Mushroom. I'll see what I can do after I'm off work.— January 27, 2010 7:25 p.m.
Tundra # 2
Again, the groundwork.— January 27, 2010 11:32 a.m.
Tundra # 1
I'm just laying the groundwork. It gets funnier and more interesting, really.— January 24, 2010 6:46 p.m.
Boyd
I will as soon as I get it. I just found out I won yesterday after I posted "Boyd." At first I thought someone had just hacked into the Reader's website and manipulated the text as a joke (paranoid, right?), but then I picked up a copy today and was pleasantly surprised. But I think even if I do show my bosses the check, they won't be impressed; they'll just pat me on the shoulder and give me a condescending, "Hey, that's just great, Quill." They're only impressed with the bottom line of industry ... damn imperialists.— January 16, 2010 1:32 a.m.
Boyd
You're right, SDaniels, I should've explained that at that point he was focusing all his attention on standing still and pulling backward on the taut leash,leaving him temporarily stationary, giving April the opportunity to redirect his attention away from the leash and Elizibethian collar with the salami waving in front of him (he was probably exhausted by then anyway and welcomed a distraction). I'd edit it right now, but I'm at work, and I don't want to get busted squandering away my valuable work time, editing my blog. Thanks for the nice compliment, and, uh, the constructive criticism too.— January 15, 2010 5:32 p.m.
The Iron Maidens -- 11/19/09 at Ramona Mainstage Nightclub
I'm not much of a heavy metal fan (excluding Slayer and Motorhead), but these chicks rock, so maybe I should give Iron Maiden a second look.— November 16, 2009 11:02 a.m.
Oobie
Thank you (I'm bowing). That's very nice of you, if you're a guy, or very sweet of you, if you're not.— November 13, 2009 11:16 a.m.
Oobie
I write a lot of essays, and I habitually change the names of everyone featured, except the immediate members of my family. I usually stick to normal names, but sometimes I’m simply a slave to whimsy … ah, Mrs. Trumblebottom … if only that had been her name, how different would my life be? Mrs. Trumblebottom’s real name was Mrs. Ransom and Sabrina Blair’s real name was Celeste M. She was the only Celeste I ever knew, and as her name implies she was heavenly. My crush for her, to some degree, has never ended. She was the quintessential California girl: tall and svelte, honey-blonde hair, impeccable lightly tanned skin, bright blue eyes, a subtle sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheekbones, and white teeth gleaming beneath silver braces. Not only was she beautiful, she was genuinely a nice person. She was never anything but gracious and a lady, except that time in sixth grade when she caught my friend Johnny trying to look up her dress with a mirror he’d taped onto the toe of his shoe, and she kicked him in the nuts—hard. Johnny fell to his knees and threw up. It was great. At that moment Celeste was immortalized in my mind. Not only was she lovely inside and out, but there was now the added intrigue of her being, when provoked, potentially dangerous. Wherever Celeste is now, I hope she's happy.— November 13, 2009 3:05 a.m.