We can do it 16:42

We can do it, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

strong like bull

the monkey is in the tree 10:10

monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jNu9Olh4us


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want. 22:40

why don't i have one of these?

overexposed moon 18:28

overexposed moon, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

oooo... scary moon

Sample 12:04

I'm standing at the urinal at work, urinating.  My usual 10:30.

I hear the creak of the door and I'm thinking that I don't want to be stood next to - not that I mind greatly about being stood next to when I'm urinating, but the urinals at work are close together and one usually ends up touching some part of skin or garment of the neighbouring occupier making the whole experience thoroughly unpleasant.

The universe, as defiant as ever, causes the latest toilet entrant to come and stand by me.  He coughs and fumbles a while in his trouser department.  Out of my peripheral vision, I can only see a bald pate, emphasised by a small patch of vertically standing hair on the one side closest to me - the last remnants of a once proud comb-over.

My scalp studies are cut somewhat short by a short shocking sound somewhat like a small plastic tube being filled with a stream of water, a sudden panicked movement and an almost moon-walk like shuffle backwards by the subject of my eye corner peering.

I hear a quiet expletive uttered and, as i turn towards the sink I see him moving purposefully across the toilet carrying his urine sample tube like a trophy above his head while looking down at his khaki slacks.

As i'm washing my hands, I continue to watch him hold the yellow liquid container above his head while repeatedly thrusting his groin at the now rumbling hand dryer.  I finish washing my hands, use a paper towel to dry them and quickly dart past him as he thrusts forward yet again.

He looks at me, points to the tube above his head, then at his still mottled crotch and says, "piss".  

He shakes his head, "piss" he repeats sadly as he thrusts again.

OWL 12:21

DSC_1349, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

oooo. an owl

fly 14:59

fly, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

hello Mr. Fly.

nothing better than this 21:35

EVER.

weird_bug 21:11

weird_bug, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

WTF is this?
seriously.

it was hanging out in our back garden, trying to be an olive.

Merv 14:54

Merv, originally uploaded by smashmirrorcardboardface.

Merv likes war-horses and hates people who flinch.
He has a collection of tide marks and likes to scream at minnows.

the dog has an onion 10:34

The dog has found an onion from somewhere.
He's walking around with it in his mouth, refusing to give it up.
His eyes are watering and he keeps coughing, but he keeps his distance from me with his oniony treasure.

I've asked him about the onion and why it's so important to him, but he is not forthcoming with his allium based plans.

I hope he's not building an onion gun.

Revelations 12:18

The Bottom Pincher was back again today.  He was looking glumly into the snack machine.
I kept my distance and hid myself behind the side of the entrance archway (wickid ninja skillz rock) to the kitchen until he sighed heavily and sulkily wandered off.

Studying the snack machine, I saw the cause of his sorrow - his pack of McCoys crisps had become wedged against the door.  I feared this maybe karma paying him back for his antics.

The cutlery drawer has also become even more confused.  The silverware now resides in the following order - Knives, Spoons, Forks.  So now even the spoons have become involved in this insanity.


Both of these incidents have led me to the conclusion that the Rapture is not far away.  I just hope Jesus has good cutlery etiquette.