Bare Butt Alert!

Don't look if you're offended by nudity.


Oops, too late. This has been sitting, half done, next to my desk for a couple of months. I finally gave it a bit of working over today. The model is taken from a stock image over at Deviant Art. Don't know what to do with it now. I can't fix it because when I do the black page becomes visible through the lighter skin tones - I tried packing the pastel on a ton of times over fixes, but same thing every time. Was a pain.

For the Grandparents

Pic. of the "Big Ow"


See? We're traditional parents: we make sure she gets beaten up regularly, just like in the old days.

It's my Birthday!!

Over the hissy fit now, doesn't seem any point in carrying it on after midnight. Feel free to send presents or commiserations or both - preferably cash, thanks.

My Last Day of being a 30-something

I just realised that I'll never have another chance to throw a hissy fit while I'm under 40. So, go away, you all suck.

The Bear gets some novel body piercing.

Done (and photographed, thanks Kim!) at work. I said to him, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! That's terrible! I hope you washed your hands before you went to the doctor." Of course, he never saw a doctor. He tells me he pulled it out with his teeth.

2 days to go.

New toy.

When you're home alone nights with a 3 year old, you can't just leave to go out walking. If you go for a walk during the day, then you have to go slow and stop every ten seconds while she stops to pick up a leaf, look at an ant, say hello to the dog that's going apeshit 2 inches away with only a 2 foot high picket fence between them, etc.

So, I got myself this baby:

Unfortunately, as you can see, a certain someone seems to think that it's hers, not mine, and figured it was just the thing to help her perfect her goose-stepping technique. Don't be surprised, all 3 year olds are Nazi's - or at least totalitarian dictators.

3 days to go.

Hungry?

Would you like fries with that?

*Edit* Nearly forgot! 4 days to go.

Alien Update!

I think they come in peace.

5 days to go... *twitch*

You'll never forgive me for this one...

6 days...

Really exciting news! Magical Trevor 4 is out! Again they failed to capture the downright catchiness of "beans, lots of beans, lots of beans, lots of beans". True to form, though, they got a toilet joke in.

Too Tired...

...because just got home from long, but fun, day in Melbourne. I've started a countdown though, so I feel compelled to continue the countdown anyway: 7 days to go.

People have been responding to my desponding with various cheer up messages. (Of course, all prefaced with, "You're only as old as you feel," which, admittedly, I did ask for. That, however, won't stop me from making a hit list with every single one of you on it. Although I'm far too nice to actually 'hit' anyone, I will keep it for future reference.)

One of the more interesting 'cheer up' messages was this:

But cheer up, on my 40th I got into punch ups, shoved whatever I could lay hands on into my system, and somehow ended up at home at 5am calling a hooker. She was about 50 seconds into her routine when I called it off. It was about as erotic as cleaning your fingernails. You'd be hard put to do worse than that. I think I also crashed the car.

Now, most of this sounds pretty routine: sex, drugs and rock and roll(ing with the punches). My favourite bit is he *thinks* he crashed the car. He's invited to the beach shack for birthday drinkies, but I'll be making sure the car keys are well hidden.