Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Sigh.



It's hard to imagine what I could blog about that would be worthy of pushing that last post off the top of the page. But I suppose I will just have to post this lovely picture of Bamu and try to move on with my life.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The Internet made me do it


The artist hard at work
Originally uploaded by wombatarama

Having my arm autographed by Chris Onstad, author of the comic Achewood. Sort of a peak moment of my life, actually, and I am not ashamed to say it. Slightly embarassed, yeah, but not ashamed.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Autumn shadows

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'm Smush-faced and I Vote


I'm Smush-faced and I Vote
Originally uploaded by wombatarama

Obama sweeps the Pug-American demographic!

Now I have to go write two post election pet stories. I am not making this up.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Pug with Large Voter Turnout



Only a small section of the line, about 9 am. No way to get the whole line and a visible pug in the picture.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Murder most foul

The purloined pumpkin was returned safely - it was found on the front wall of the house next door. But then, we came home from dinner last night to this gruesome scene.



Perhaps the kidnapping of the other pumpkin was a red herring meant to distract attention from which pumpkin was really in danger?

Unfortunately, the corpse had been moved, no doubt destroying vital evidence, by the time I investigated. I was only informed of the situation belatedly, when we were out for dinner, and the Technical Staff realized that he'd forgotten to mention seeing a pumpkin smashed in front of the house as he drove by. By the time we got home again, someone had replaced it on the retaining wall.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Purloined pumpkin!



The pumpkin in the last post (better view here) was gone when we went to blow its candle out last night.

It had gotten a lot of compliments from kids all night, and whoever took it had to walk up the stairs, and ignored the much lamer pumpkin that was right at the bottom of them:



I guess I should be flattered, but why did they leave the lid? I imagine a gang of inexperienced pumpkin thieves getting back to their lair and yelling at each other "I thought YOU had the lid!"