The Triumphant Return of LOLPunk

Tuesday Picture Dump + The Changing of the Shoes III

I'm guessing that this, the third installment of the changing of the shoes, is the most inversely interesting topic of this phlog. That is, I like it and it's not likely that anybody else does. So what! This time I got a little more artsy.


Finally! The return of LOLPunk, this time as a multiple amputee


And Patrick, after recovering from his night of pouting and getting out of a cab because the driver had taken an illegal left turn,


And also finally got to look at pictures from Catie's wedding last month. First Ana was gonna fight her


But they made up.


Later, the girls all pointed at her.


Look at this ragtag bunch of knuckleheads!


Catie's mom was excited about devouring us all.


Last but not least, the picture that wins:



Oh yeah: dudes also dance back-to-back at weddings sometimes.

Poor-Quality Neighborhood Pictures: Lawn Lion, Alien, Pizza

There's a new pizza place a couple blocks from us that acts like it's all good and everything so we tried it today. Verdict: it's hell of good. Look: between us we got three slices and a sorbillo and I didn't think to take a picture until this was all that was left:


On the walk home I saw two houses I've been meaning to take pictures of for a while. The pictures didn't turn out so good but so what.

First: A bay window with a green plastic alien wearing an "Impeach Bush" necklace poster. People are shameless.

Second: A large plaster (?) lioness lawn sculpture.


Jenny Miller answers the question I've been wondering about for months.


Best LOLCAT ever

Tuesday Means Boredom!

The big thing for the cats about the new apartment is the sleeping. For Pedro, this means his vampiric tendencies are even more prominent:


Punk is the opposite, whether out of spite or not:


She is also being very supportive of my new quest


They like sleeping so much that they will even do it with each other.




Also, the MC at the comedy show Sunday gave me a card for his blog, NotHatingJustSaying, which is pretty funny and was simultaneously linked on Gawker. Blogrolled!

Insert Your Own lolcat Text

Punk is indeed enjoying the new place.

The lolcat Shirt You've Been Waiting for is HERE

Sleepy Murph: The Epic Journey

When Murph gets sleepy, he sleeps:


But one can never accuse him of keeping us from the party.


BONUSBONUSBONUS Pedro was caught lounging in a compromising position:


BONUSBONUSBONUS #2 Ana on eating blood: "The thing about blood is that you can only eat so much of it." Truer words have only been spoken periodically.

eCat Town USA

It's been a while since we had a cat picture up in here.

Back and Killing Things Indiscriminantly

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.)

Don't Question My Judgement

Still waiting on new camera.
In the meantime, this seems like a spectacularly bad idea.

BONUSBONUSBONUS PJ WINKLEMAN SLUTTING IT UP

Novella Friday

Clean little narratives don't just create themselves, people. Sometimes you have to put things together and let enthalpy figure it out.

CHAPTER ONE

The other night we got home and there were a few signs that something was afoot:

1. There is a backpack that must belong to a dude.
2. There is an iPod.

What can be happening?!


Empty can of Schlitz malt liquor is happening.


Snoop on vinyl + Starbucks has been happening.


I totally figured it out at that point though because there's this dude that works at Starbucks that we know and I have this picture of him:


Evan: You're welcome.

CHAPTER TWO

All the anger and violence toward sea bugs from a couple days ago wasn't just for funs. It was for eating!


Ana made four sauces to make the notoriously dry, tasteless lobster meat come to life.

1. Cerrano pepper something sauce
2. Mango chutney something sauce
3. Roasted tomato something sauce
4. Cerrano pepper something sauce with mint (mint is gross to eat so she made two separate batches-one for people that like to eat gross things and one for people that don't)

Then we each ate the equivalent of two lobsters and passed out for six hours.

CHAPTER THE FINAL

Cats!

Punk has taken to sitting on this empty Budweiser case outside of PJ Winkleman's hovel. It gives her a more advantageous vantage point, what with the elevation and everything. She likes to sit there and stare at PJ or where she thinks PJ may be. I'm pretty sure Punk has gone blind, for serious.


Blind people walk toward shiny things, right? Like big flashes of light?


Anyway, so this morning I was at the store and the guy that works there was all, hey, you're early today, as if it's any of his business, but I was there like five hours earlier than normal and I wanted to say yeah, it's hard to keep sleeping when new cat is peeing on you, but I thought he wouldn't have understood and it probably would've been really depressing for him when all he was doing was being nice.

In other news, new cat almost used the litter box this afternoon.

I'll let you put the pieces together.

She's also not allowed in the bedroom for the time being.

In place of the bedroom, she's building a bomb shelter:


BONUSBONUSBONUS you're gonna get some more of this


and maybe a dash of this (Vegans with guns! Eep!)


come Monday. Git ready.