March 31st, 2004

breeden

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Okay...first wave of auctions up!

http://www.furbid.ws/cgi-bin/auction.pl?alluser&Ursulav

I would like to state categorially that the wombat beefcake was all kalluna's fault, and I cannot be held responsible.

There'll be more auctions to come soon--I've got a sad tapir in the rain similiar to the odd donkey, and more things based on all those great suggestions.

In other news, spent today updating my portfolio, noodling around with aforementioned watercolors, working on those pirate paintings and so on. So it was a good day, overall.

Tomorrow I have a pap smear and my first physical in about fifteen years. Woo.

Oh, and in case you missed it--Snidely Whiplash meets capybara. Because fireborn was right--no capybaras anywhere!
http://yerf.com/vernursu/snidelybara.jpg
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breeden

(no subject)

Okay…first wave of auctions up!

http://www.furbid.ws/cgi-bin/auction.pl?alluser&Ursulav

I would like to state categorially that the wombat beefcake was all kalluna’s fault, and I cannot be held responsible.

There’ll be more auctions to come soon–I’ve got a sad tapir in the rain similiar to the odd donkey, and more things based on all those great suggestions.

In other news, spent today updating my portfolio, noodling around with aforementioned watercolors, working on those pirate paintings and so on. So it was a good day, overall.

Tomorrow I have a pap smear and my first physical in about fifteen years. Woo.

Oh, and in case you missed it–Snidely Whiplash meets capybara. Because fireborn was right–no capybaras anywhere!
http://yerf.com/vernursu/snidelybara.jpg

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

breeden

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James: The mice have eaten the spatula again.

Me: I'm sorry.

James: We're going to have to get a new spatula soon.

Me: God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry we live in a world where mice cavort naked through our drawers, attacking innocent spatulas and defecating wildly amidst the silverware. I'm so sorry....

James: I don't know what's worse, naked mice or clothed ones.

Me: Clothed?

James: Yeah, top hats. And combat gear.

Me: Top hats with combat gear.

James: Top hat optional with mine. In camo.

Me: Right, then.

(For the record, they don't defecate amidst the silverware, 'cos I wouldn't put up with that, but they do seem to gnaw on this spatula for no particular reason. The cat is useless.)
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breeden

(no subject)

James: The mice have eaten the spatula again.

Me: I’m sorry.

James: We’re going to have to get a new spatula soon.

Me: God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry we live in a world where mice cavort naked through our drawers, attacking innocent spatulas and defecating wildly amidst the silverware. I’m so sorry….

James: I don’t know what’s worse, naked mice or clothed ones.

Me: Clothed?

James: Yeah, top hats. And combat gear.

Me: Top hats with combat gear.

James: Top hat optional with mine. In camo.

Me: Right, then.

(For the record, they don’t defecate amidst the silverware, ‘cos I wouldn’t put up with that, but they do seem to gnaw on this spatula for no particular reason. The cat is useless.)

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.