If you're going to wear fur, wear REAL FUR. I do. Note, as part of proper accessorizing, it is imperative that the real fur is still attached to it's owner.

At Stern Grove, May 11, 2008

Happy Happy, Joy Joy. I've never been so happy! 05/11/2008

Birthday Bash for an old man with the traditional birthday drink: Peppermint Tea. 01/03/2008

Jasmine (shoulders), Sophie and the self-heating cat furniture. I was cleaning the cat boxes (hence the gloves) when the photo op for these pics presented itself.

Mug Shot: profile view. Chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose. 01/03/2008

Jasmine (on my left shoulder): "Now where did I leave my Catnip Mousey? Not on this guy's head, not near the ceiling ..."

A Sasquatch self-portrait or What I look like when I haven't shaved in over 3 weeks. Note crazed, sleep deprived expression adding to image of insanity.

Jasmine, Sophie, The Cat Furniture and, The Cat Furniture's eyelashes (not the best view but you can see some density and length).

Huh?!? I don't get it. OK, remember, I'm still taking the short yellow bus. Now, once again, only real slow like OK?

Seduced by a delicious, resonant J-200 amidst a congress of potential lovers.

Lunch!! Must ... feed ... face ... now.

Birthday bash 01/03/08. My son on the left, me on the right.

Cleverly trapped in a precognizant paradox. Wait, what?

The creature with two heads is sizing you up as a next meal. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!