I drew this portrait of Ana last night. She says it looks like Mark David Chapman, I say it looks like Mark David Chapman with horns and fangs.
Marty sends along this picture of me at work last New Year's Eve. Marty lives in Switzerland or somewhere now. 
Not a great picture, but here is the beginning of my new tattoo. It's my left arm, if that's not clear.
Why a cat pegacorn (pegacornicat), you ask? Because of that old tattoo axiom: forearms are for appliances, upper arms for iconic animals.
The dude who is doing it had this drawing up for his next appointment. It is a Gummi Bear diving off of a pizza diving board into a swimming pool full of Gummi Bear parts. (He included spines which I think is a nice touch.) I wanted to get it.
Achewood poses a dialectic. Let it be noted that Roast Beef here describes my next tattoo.
New camera is everything I dreamed it would be: it takes photos and allows me to seamlessly transfer them to my personal computer. In short, what people used to dream about. Today I took it out for a spin.
First, I took a bad picture of Ana stretching in preparation for eating pho:
Which may sound weird unless you knew that she was going to fill her belly with cow tendons and raw steak:
After that we went to see Senior at Rusticles, where she is "cocktailing". Since she was lolligagging around southeast Asia a month ago, she sees this development as a bummer. We see it as funny. Ha, ha! Dana, you're bummed!
When we got home, my copy of Mac OSX 10.5 LEOPARD was waiting for me. Of the 300 new features, the only one I am likely to use: new backgrounds for PhotoBooth! Look! Four pictures of me as if I were underwater!
Then I remembered that there's this new cat in the house. I was pretty sure she was still alive, but I thought I should take some pictures to convince her former owner. Look, former owner! She's even eating!
She loves being photographed. I've heard that's the case with kidnap victims.
Such a pretty cat. Aren't you! AREN'T YOU?!!
Oh yeah, there's other, older, fatter cats still in the house.
Also, there are also dudes ready to go out on the town.
BONUSBONUSBONUS A drawing of Ana and me (in my best Don Martin style) from a long time ago that I just re-found:
(She added the unicorn crying blood.)
Last night was the Pharmacy Bar anniversary party. This means that instead the usual five Monday regulars, there were more like forty, and those extra thirty-five people means I didn't bring my camera because I thought I would probably break it. Boy, was that a mistake. Because a famous person came! Who? DAVID ARQUETTE. Of the Hollywood Arquettes. Brother of Patricia, son of Lewis. Anyway, he was in town screening Eight Legged Freaks 2 at the Black Cat and I guess somebody told him he should roll up to Pharmacy after last call.
He was very nice, signed some autographs that made it look like his name is really OOOBO OOOBOSOO, and chatted with people. Then, when everyone was outside after the bar closed, he broke out his laser pointer (which I knew in the back of my mind that he would carry at all times).
I wish I had my camera with me! But I didn't, so I had to sketch it:
It was pretty awesome. Later, he and his crew got into their Hummer with neon underlights!
