Oh, god, Grady's here

That's Grady, the awful, awful new cat my sister got over the summer. He's only eight months old and he's already bigger than the adult cat he replaced. By next Christmas this thing's gonna weigh 20 pounds or more.

Next Year's Christmas Card Photo

I went out this morning with my ancient DSLR to take a few festive shots. The example below is pretty representative of what I ended up with.



Yep, nothing says Christmas like a desolate rail yard.

Christmas in Crackville

I've been accused of making up the snow that fell on Crackville a few days ago. People just can't take someone's word anymore, nope, they gotta have photographic proof (as if that proved anything). So, without further ado, I present you a spooky nightime shot out the backdoor that I took not fifteen minutes ago.



As you can see, the snow isn't that deep anymore because the last two days have been sunny and in the low forties.

Whiteout in Crackville

Yesterday Crackville got covered in a blanket of snow. But, sadly, this isn't the kind of snow that you can make sweet, delicious crack out of, so the denizens of Crackville are just stuck with a bunch of useless fluffy frozen water covering everything. We don't dream of a white Christmas here in Crackville, we just dream of crack. Actually, we don't dream so much as hallucinate what with all of the crack we've been smoking.

I'd go take a picture of the snow, but that would require me to get out from under a layer of blankets. So you see my dilemma. Besides, I sold my camera to buy crack.

Now how did this happen?

In the past I've written about my love of weird foreign toothpaste that I find in dollar stores. (I'm too lazy to look up the posts to link here, but trust me, I've written about it before.) Every tube's an adventure. Well, kinda. Anyway, a few days ago I finished up my tube of Mexican Colgate and went to get another tube of whatever I had in that drawer where I keep random junk like weird foreign toothpaste that I find in dollar stores. Guess what? There wasn't any toothpaste at all in that drawer. I even dug around in there to make sure that I wasn't missing anything. Nope. No toothpaste. (On the other hand, there were various over the counter medications, a roll of elastic bandage, old letters from my sister, a View Master, an unmarked VHS tape filled with porn, a couple of watch boxes, etc.) So, basically I had no toothpaste at all except a couple of sample tubes I got at the dentist. I hate sample tubes. I ended up picking up some tube at Walmart yesterday. Yeah, regular toothpaste. I'm as disappointed in me as you are.