The beaver is a proud and noble animal

Since I started my livejournal blog in 2004, I’ve stored all of my random blog pictures in a single folder. Over the years, I’ve amassed a truly amazing amount of random shit. Going back on it myself, I don’t remember the context of half of those pictures. Still, some are worth a chuckle. Be warned though, a few are NSFW: http://flubu.com/images/LJ/index.php

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Made me giggle.

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All pictures and more: http://flubu.com/various_pics/easter_2010/

I had a 5-day weekend, woohoo.

Noteworthy facts:

1. We got a brand new gas tank for the BBQ. I gave it a good once-over and, despite the fact that it was supposed to piss it down with rain all weekend, I managed to use it 4 times.

2. Home-made BBQ baby back ribs. Nothing else need be said.

3. Beastie had his first haircut. Katy did a bang-up job!

Before:

After:

Delta:

4. We fenced off the backyard and filled in the pond.

I figure we dropped about 500 quid on the garden this weekend. Between the fence panels, posts, post holders, concrete and the baker’s dozen bags of compost it took to fill up the pond, it’s been a costly but productive weekend. Now to be fair, that amount also includes a large planter that will be used for a Japanese maple tree out front and also includes a small family of owls, several planters of cooking herbs, two large teacup planters and several plants for the rockery. It also includes an archway with a gate, that is currently in back-order and will be delivered at the end of the month.

Once that’s done, the garden will be beastie-friendly and we’ll be able to break out the foam-rubber play mats.

Current Mood: Happy

We were in Leicester this weekend, for Mother’s day. The weekend ended up being rather less than stellar, as Katy wasn’t feeling well and the oldies were in fine form. The Beastie, however, was full of beans:

You might need to boos the volume way up high for the videos, btw.
The Beastie is also becoming a fruit monster:

 
 

That last one is impressive. He grabbed an apple out of Pam’s fruit bowl and proceeded to eat it. All of it. It was almost as big as he was. And yet it was eaten. With much slobbering. There are lots more pictures here: http://flubu.com/various_pics/ben_early_2010/, including some taken when my mom came to visit in January.

Current Mood: Depressed

So, firstly, the pictures. Becca from the nursery took these. Apparently, bouncing on the trampoline is his favouritest thing in the whole wide universe:

Then, the comics. They haven’t been processed for the comics page yet, but they will get done eventually.

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We had to get Tolstoy shaved because, minger that he is, he doesn’t goom his fur and won’t let us brush him so he gets dreadlocked and it just looks painful. We took him to the vet to get a good brushing under sedation (we have to do this once a year or so) and when we went to pick him up, the nurse said “we had to shave off a bit more fur than expected, but don’t worry, he’s fine”.

 

We have a poodle. The only things that are not shorn are his head, tail, lower paws and a bit around his ass. The rest of him is gone. His tail is wider than his actual body. The thing is though, ever since we got him done, he’s been like his old self again and has gotten uber clingy. He’s taken to sleeping on the bed with us most every night. It’d be cute if he didn’t weigh so damn much. He’s small, but it’s all muscle.

In other news, the beastie was in a Christmas play in the nursery yesterday. All the small kids were random nativity-esque animals. Ours was a donkey (though the only requirement was to be dressed in grey). We were quite proud of him. He didn’t cry (he seemed to enjoy the attention, in a bemused sort of way) and he clapped enthusiastically at all the right places. Katy could have burst something she was so proud.

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I’ve seen some horrible shit online. I’ve grown blase of the grotesque.

But this…

…this just makes me want to cry.

In 1993, Kevin Carter, a freelance photographer, was in Sudan to photograph the rebel movement in the famine-stricken country. Seeking relief from the sight of masses of people starving to death, he wandered into the open bush. He heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering and saw a tiny girl trying to make her way to the feeding center. As he crouched to photograph her, a vulture landed in view. Careful not to disturb the bird, he positioned himself for the best possible image. He would later say he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. It did not, and after he took his photographs, he chased the bird away and watched as the little girl resumed her struggle, panting. Afterwards he sat under a tree, lit a cigarette, talked to God and cried. Nobody knows what happened to the child.

This image won Carter the Pulitzer in 1994. He killed himself from depression a few months later.

I know I’m not in a good frame of mind these days. I’m far from my happy place. But this reminds me that things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that maybe I should be thankful about that.

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The beastie wasn’t feeling all that great this weekend. His temperature spiked on Saturday night and has been up and down since, and our nights have been less than peaceful. Still, he seems to have had a better day today so hopefully he’s starting to get on top of whatever bug he’s picked up.

Sunday was a truly shit day, weather-wise, so we spent it inside putting up the Christmas tree. I had a helper (though he was more interested in trying to eat everything in sight so we did most of the trimming while he was taking a nap).

  

I’m amazed that the tree has been up for two days, so far, and the cats haven’t been at it (yet!). Still, go tree!

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Mr BenBen as a lolcat:

Mr BenBen as a demotivator:

Katy, when left alone with Christmas decorations:

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