I’m so very much enjoying work these days. So much so that I’m bringing it home at night so that I can hack at it some more while Katy binges on Supernatural. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been this keen for work, and I like it :-)
Month: June 2014
You tell it, uncle George
Traffic jam in the bathroom
OK, how am I supposed to brush my teeth?
Fear me, I am chore-man!
I have changed all the bedding, organised the hall cupboard, changed the cat litter, done some laundry, emptied all the bins, and managed to get a couple of hours of solid programming work done.
I don’t know why, but Katy always asks me if I’m OK at times like this…
A sad fact…
I need to accept the fact that, one day, this or something very similar will happen. Having said that, I live for the day that I can embarrass Bean when he brings friends over :)
Cheat-Sheet for What a Sociopath Really Means
1. I love you: I am fond of your companionship and put you above most, but never above me. Consider it an honor.
2. I’m sorry, forgive me: I really do not enjoy the fact that your mood has altered. Please revert back to normal.
3. I’d do anything for you: I’d do plenty to keep you right where I want you to be
4. My condolences for your loss: *crickets* … It’s just a body. See you later when you aren’t being an emotional train-wreck.
5. S/he fills my heart with joy: I haven’t had this much fun playing in a long time, and the sex is more than acceptable.
6. I love my family: They’re mine.
7. That’s simply shocking: You’ve touched my morbid bone. No need to stop now…
8. Deep down, I feel I’m a good person: I’m not in prison and I stopped abusing animals, mostly. What more can you possibly demand of me?
9. I’m not a monster, I’m a human too: I’m trying to seem human, give me a break. It’s not like this is particularly natural for me.
Breakfast at Ikea
Updated Holmes
I wasn’t completely happy with one of the previous Sherlock Holmes pictures I made a few days ago, so I tinkered with it and I’m much happier with how this one came out.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
Why does this picture make me think of a certain angry frenchman?
How I wake up these days
I have Pavel either curled up warming my butt, or stretched out all along my back.