Merry Christmas And A Tasty New Year!

I'm sorry I had to do this to Santa ...

... but I'm really proud of my wool meat!

Since the neighborhood kids weren't allowed to play with him, fire learned to occupy himself early on.

People are those creatures who know you are as alive as they.

Isn't it wonderful? Dustbunny is still growing thanks to his healthy diet of handpicked dust, hair, select breadcrumbs and the occasional dandruff. Curious critter that he is, he even grew an eye. I wonder what will be next. 

High on my list of things I hope I won't get for Christmas: the bacon-wrapped skull.

Would you rather drown in milk or in beer?

Philip says, it depends on whether you have cookies or not.

34º F

It's strange, but I just can't remember what cold weather feels like. I'm at a complete loss when it comes to winter clothes. What did I wear last year? Was that black coat warm enough at 34º? And if I take the bike? Will I sweat if I wear my hoody underneath? How about a hat? A scarf? Two pairs of socks? Boots? Sneakers? Fur? I guess it will be spring by the time I figure it out.