Crotcherific

I was looking through some old disks of photos today. Actually, for the last several days. Single t takes MANY photos and it's tough to get through them all, but boy is it ever fun. There's a sale on at Black's, which ends today: 5x7s for a buck! I'm such a bargin shopper that I just had to go through EVERY SINGLE CD to find some 5x7 worthy pics.

Things started out pretty fun but soon turned tedious. I found no fewer than 203 shots illustrating Mat's computer obsession (his iMac, his iPod, his desktop, his workstation), more Mat self portraits than I could possibly count, and even some pics of his wounded finger (I can't even remember what happened to him, but it looked sore).

Now, I'm not calling Mat, nor his choice of subjects, tedious. It's just that the sheer volume was overwhelming. DAYS. I'm telling you, it took me DAYS.

What made it all worthwhile was finding shots like this:



Blusie, you are crotcherific.

And in the end I found 41 photos that were 5x7 worthy. Blusie's crotch was not one of them. I don't want him to be embarassed when company comes over and sees his crotch on the wall.

GASP. This post is not about critters.

Kalki tagged me with this loverly line of questioning. Kalki, no need to apologize. These are actually interesting questions. And ohmygod I love books. I have a nasty habit of buying more books than I can possibly read in my lifetime just so I can look at them on the shelf. How sad is this: the highlight of last Wednesday was receiving my very own copy of the Canadian Press style guide from a co-worker.

1. What book would I like to be?
Something really funny, interesting and hard to put down. Perhaps Lady Cottington's Book of Pressed Fairies.

2. Have I ever had a crush on a fictional character?
I still, to this day and despite been married to a super hot husband, dream about Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables showing up at my door to romance the pants off me.

3. What is the last book I bought?
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson.

4. What is the last book I read?
See above. I need to read it again. I love when people make science fun, interesting, and hard to put down. Maybe that's the book I would like to be.

5. What book am I currently reading?
America the Book: A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction by the writers of the Daily Show.

6. What 5 books would I take with me if I were stranded on a desert island?

Ok, five is not enough. I don't even have scary books on this list and I love scary. But I will obey the rule of five.

1. The Tenth Good Thing About Barney by Judith Viorst (I have a thing for kid lit and I've read this very short story about 50 times. I cry every time.)
2. Lady Oracle by Margaret Atwood
3. Beloved by Toni Morrison
4. A giant Far Side compendium
5. "A vegetarian's guide to surviving on a desert island" if it exists. I don't want to live on bugs and critters. If it doesn't exist, then Bill Bryson's book. I'm telling you, that is one great read.

7. What 3 people am I going to tag with these questions and why?

Single T or Moy - because he's my super hot husband and reads some pretty interesting shit.
AW or the King of Kerwood - why? Well, wouldn't you want to know what the Kings are reading these days?
Shawn Wall - because he's just the coolest person from the Pitt that I know.

Thank you, Kalki. This was fun! Ok, before I go, one gratuitous critter shot:

I call this "Death from above 2005".

A Day in the Life (warning: gratuitous kitty shots ahead)

I think I like kitties so much because deep down, I wish I was one. It's a good life being a kitty; at least it is in our house. Take Buddy:

He eats all day and the fatter he gets (18.5 lbs of solid muscle) the more we love him and refer to him affectionately as Chunky Trunks.


He gets to sleep all day with his favourite toys and pretty much has the spare bed all to himself (unless Blue decides to go undercover).


When he needs to clean his dirty, girthy, hulking mass he just rolls over and with a lick lick here and a lick lick there, he's ready for a night on the town. (Oh, and he's so fat that he can't clean his pucker, BUT WE STILL LOVE HIM. If Mat didn't clean his ass, he'd be OUT.)


"Strrrrretch. Ahhh." That culminates his cardiovascular activity for the day.


Ok, when I spread my legs like that, people call me a slut.


I've pampered waaaay too many critters in this life -- I'd better be a kitty and not a cockroach in the next.

Girth

This is Buddy's good side.



He's girthy. Mat was kind and framed the photo so it's not so obvious that Buddy got back. That's love.

Budzo Fat-Fat Meets the Hooded Blue

Blusie is the cutest kitty EVER.

Single T found him sleeping in the hood of his winter coat.



Then Buddy found him sleeping in the hood of Single T's coat.



I'm pretty sure Budzo was heard uttering: "What the fudge are you doing, weirdo?"

To which Blusie replied, "prrrrrip?" without even lifting a third eyelid.