Bellhop Girl...

I thought I might roll this out. The idea has it's origins in a posting by Amy.


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Goldblum warned me...

I had a small equipment failure last night. No not that, this:

One of the pilot frequency drivers for POD #1 switched mode power supply unit overloaded and burned out. Unfortunately Chicken paris #97 was in the pod at the time and suffered some minor damage. It's not very pretty, so for those of a nervous disposition I have posted a warning.

If you feel that you can cope with my experimental failures, you may click on the warning. I have replaced the pilot driver and am now in process of restoring BlueBeak to normal.

Oh to be a Cat...

Following on from Dale's comment, here is Bjork's Cat.



And some pictures from the video, Triumph of a heart.


Cats, it seems are the flavor of the month. No chalk pun intended.

I'm on a blogroll...

This is for Smythe, and also Smythe.

I'm on a roll...

This is for Nobody.

Keep 'em coming...

This is for Doctor Mom.

Water, water everywhere...

Or, is the pressure getting to you? This is for Fab.

Billboard one.

This is for Amy, go visit to see her wonderful Mish Mash® chocolate bar.

They are so yummy. You've got questions. We can't help you.

For a few Cats more...

For Ritardo.

Cats on my stuff.

Here goes nothing...

Get on ye old internet.

This is for Teri.

Awesome Cat.

I thought this was funny.

I borrowed it from Sara. I hope I don't need to buy more chalk.

A walk in the Glen.

I arrived back at my office and removed my soaking wet outer garments. I made a warming cup of coffee and watched as the sky cleared and the sun came out creating a beautiful rainbow.

The moral of this post is :
Don't be sans pantaloons in the rain.

Honeymoon Photo.

This is a stroll along the beach during our whirlwind honeymoon on Antigua.


We had a fantastic time. This was my first honeymoon as a blogger, but I managed to publish.

This is my sidebar.

This is for Dick.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Just when you're least expecting...

Somehow or another, I seem to have two kitchens. Am I confused I am. It was the eighties.
Ningo.
Ningo.
Ningo.
Lee lops pop bum weazel dinky throops.

See, what did I tell you!

Clamato fever spreads North...

Tanya informs me that local food manufacturer President's Choice, have released two new Clamato type products. One is Clam Cocktail original flavor and the other a spicy variant.


The yumminess has no end. The spicy variant has a 5 by 5 review !

A Kitchen Re-Do for Tanya.

This is showing Tanya's Kitchen Re-do.

Hopefully without spoiling any future posts from Tanya, this graphic shows the before/after of her Kitchen Upgrade.
Tanya is currently supervising the installation of new tiles and is also learning animated GIF construction and publishing. Tanya also hopes for World Peace.

Gold.

This is for Amy.


I have loaded the account with $67,540,000,017 and seventeen cents. Please don't spend it all in the one shop.
Just in time for the holidays?

Machine Man...

I have been Blogging too much. I'm afraid of getting square eyes. Am I too late?


This is where a Blogging addiction gets you. I'll have to go get a lube now.

I live in hope.

This is the truth. No doubt about it.

Guilty.

A number of people have pointed out that I always do this.
Is it really that annoying?

Pushing Pixels.

In anticipation of Mr Dick Small opening his virtual gallery, here is an oil on phosphor work.

It is as yet untitled, and has been inspired by real virtuality.

Jagshemash!!!

My friend Borat sent me a picture to celebrate the success of his movie.

I thought I would post it for all to enjoy!

Rhino Rolling Advertising Award 2006.

In case you haven't seen these, I think they are pretty funny and clever.

Clicking on the image will enable a larger view.
The full shortlist can be found here.

Zed, she very clean. How much is she?

This is for Zed.


The question is, how big a pizza?

There may be rocks ahead....

This is for Amy.

And for those surfing the blogosphere.

The Game of Life...

I would like to play hide the banana. Will you play with me?
Under which hat will you find the banana?
Click on a hat. I VERY dare you.

Storm Clouds Gather Overhead.

Instead of Jens Thursday Thirteen, I thought I would post this:

Hand in hand we walk apart
Lost lovers in lost direction
Cold ice walls surround our heart
No sign of any affection

The truth is never talked
With no maps our words to guide
Our hearts remain firmly locked
To the future our past cannot hide

With no solution in future sight
My soul breathes a resigned sigh
No gentle caress for us tonight
Just another silent salted cry

A clone too far...

I thought an update might be beneficial. Chicken Paris clone#2 is held in a stasis field so that I can reverse the process to re-create BlueBeak. Meanwhile Chicken Paris clones #3 to # 42 have come and gone. I am searching for Chicken Paris Right, and it seems I have zero control over personality; it has something to do with the effect of cosmic particles on the process, and even though the pods are heavily shielded, some particles still get through.
Here is a photograph of myself and Chicken paris #43 going for a jaunt last night.


Chicken Paris#1 unfortunately got purged during a romp a few weeks ago. I quite enjoy the company of Chicken Paris, but I will have to re-create BlueBeak before The Holidays. The consideration of marriage has been discounted, mostly because the Chicken Paris' that suggest it tend to suffer an unfortunate purge accident.
It's a good job Chicken Paris#43 can't read.