Unfortunately the cold weather didn't have any influence on the migration behavior of the Hamburg giant slugs.

After 50 years of being married grandpa and grandma still slept in the same position every night.

"Sleep sweet", said grandma banana. "Sweet dreams", said grandpa banana. And they fell asleep.

New #1 on my list of examples for "good intention, bad execution".

And yes - I did that myself. 

Halfway between there and nowhere.

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.

I am not anti, I'm pro-nothing.

As Paul Watzlawick, the Austrian-American psychologist and philosopher, puts it "one cannot not communicate". Every behavior is a kind of communication and since there is no anti-behaviour, we are always communicating. Now what can I do if I feel there is too much communication in the world? Talk about it? How can I make a statements about not making a statement? How can I show the absence of something or better: the presence of nothing? I was thinking about founding the movement of active silence. People would meet and aggressively refrain from expressing their thoughts. We would have posters without words. Give out blank flyers. We would have a webpage without content. (Or just some downloads like empty PDF files or soundless ringtones.) We would meet, hold hands and not sing. We would multiply nothing by not using our megaphones, creating a roaring silence. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Something worth not talking about?

Sometimes I wonder what my feet do when I go to bed early.

The perfect pet for MAUPAVs*.

Still a little shy, but warming up: our new dustbunny.

Isn't he cute? Our Dusty is still a baby and only three 

inches tall, but we'll keep feeding him all the good stuff!

*Middle-Aged Urban People Afraid of Vacuuming.

Meet my imaginary piglets.

I'm pretty sure I don't have swine flu. But I feel sick enough to go to bed after lunch for a 30 minute nap without having a guilty conscience about it! But why is that so? Is feeling sick a valid excuse for napping, or does my bad conscience have a flu too and just doesn't work properly?

Somewhere there's a pool dreaming of my return.