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Photo Dump: Blast from the Past Edition, Part 3


So what if Part 2 was two weeks ago?   More random goodness:


1. I have been inundated with other people’s creativity lately.  I want to make all the things, but I’m lazy and guilty that I’m not working on things that I should.  Having said that, the above picture is definitely in the category of “things I don’t want to make ever”.  I don’t remember where or when I found these, but I had no idea that murderous clowns and luchadores were so popular, even with these Stepford children.

Mah pig!

2.  This is my pig.  Or, at least it was my pig before it was broken into a million pieces by a child.   Every day I’m amazed that he still lives, because this pig was my favorite.  The hat she is modeling was too big for my son when he was born, to give you an idea of how big she was.

I don’t have that Yahoo! name anymore, by the way.

3.  I used to play gin all the time on Yahoo! but shit like this always happened.  So instead of free games,  now I pay to have people talk to me that way and then some.  I am too smrt.

Banana cream pie yogurt was his favorite.

4.  Because why not spoon feed your cat some yogurt?  Spoiled, stupid cat.  He ran away, because he’s the dumbest cat ever.

Wait for it…

5.  This picture scared the crap out of me.  Do you see the eye?  It’s an illusion, but it’s also super creepy.  But Fat Baby don’t give a fuck, so no worries.

Last, but never, ever least:


6.  Who doesn’t love this gif?  BEST.

Early Post


Robin woke me up at 3:30 AM and I couldn’t go back to sleep.  I didn’t eat dinner so I decided to eat a ham and cheese and Dorito sandwich.  Don’t judge–there is something immensely satisfying about smushing chips in your sandwich and hearing that crunch.

I am working on the heels of the Mr.’s socks and Boris is sitting with me.  In my head, I thought “I’m knitting with my cat” and then laughed at myself, wondering how I would actually utilize the cat to knit.  The closest thing in my head was using his arms as knitting needles.  I guess you had to be there.  You know, in my head.

If I can do it, he can do it.

He’s not really much help, but he does keep me company.

I love you, giant man sock!

FYI, Boris has never been a jerk when it comes to knitting and yarn.  He will play with yarn if I initiate it, but the cartoonish image of him stealing a ball of yarn and batting it around the room until it’s a jumbled mess has never happened.  That’s too undignified for him.

There you have it.  I’m officially 92 years old and alone, knitting away with my cat at my side.  At least until the kids wake up.

self esteem


As a friend of mine said recently, FML. Okay, he didn’t say it as much as he posted it on Facebook. When I see something like this, it makes me feel so untalented and jealous. It’s awesome though:

For the record, most things make me feel untalented and jealous. Like lolcats. Seriously, someone is making a ton of money off of that?? LOLCATS? Shit.