I spackle better drunk.

But, I probably do not blog better drunk.

After all the gloom and doom and woe-is-America yikescetera from the last post, I thought I ought to toss something more lighthearted up in here, especially since I had a crummy day at work and there's no reason to post gloom and doom two days in a row. So here are some random recent pictures. Click on any of them for a larger view, or click the Flickr link at left, cuz that's where they're all hosted. If Flickr goes down, this post is going to look mighty stoopid...

Our big dog Steve is a beerhound. I can't remember if I've mentioned this before or not. Here he is schlurping the rest of my Leinenkugel. I know beer is not good for dogs, so he doesn't get a lot of beer. But he likes it so very much. He is so into beer that if you leave one sitting on the floor, he'll come over and knock it over so he can drink it out of the bottle. He's no dummy. He knows Leinenkugel Creamy Dark is some gooooood stuff.


Packaging is normally something I find quite ridiculous. I mean, do you really need to package each slice of American cheese in its own separate little plastic sheath? Do you need individually-wrapped toothpicks? It's a stupid waste. That said, the packaging on the sixth-season Simpsons DVD set is kind of amusing, as M. demonstrates.




This is my ring. M has one just like it. We got them at the Ohio Renaissance Festival, which is one of the best Ren-fests in the country. It has a permanent village and runs for almost two months in the fall. We dig the Celtic design. Would be kind of neater and more symbolic if it were two line structures wrapping over one another instead of a single looping line structure, but it's still cool as hell.



I meant to post this pic last night but instead I got all gloom and doom. We got almost four inches of rain in nine hours from the remnants of Katrina yesterday. I emptied the rain gauge before I left for work and by the time I got home, it was almost full.

This other pic on the right here is a flooded creek near my house at the end of yesterday. Normally this creek is just a trickle, especially at this time of year, but when I went to check it out yesterday, it was far higher than usual, as I expected. This image is a bit blurry because, to tell you the truth, I really had to take a leak while I was walking over to check this out, and seeing all that running water wasn't doing my bladder any favors... happily, there was a Port-O-Potty nearby.

Last but not least, here's a bathroom remodeling pic. Progress is going mighty slow in there. But, I did spend a number of hours spackling tonight. Spackle spackle spackle. Also I drank a lot of wine. While I was spackling. Which is why there is a glass of wine on the bathroom sink. And also probably why there is a bunch of spackle in the bathtub, and all over my leg, and all over my hands. I am a sloppy spackler. Especially when I get the hiccups while spackling.

I cannot type the word spackle without giggling. So lame.

Okay. Tomorrow, we have a company outing, during which we are supposed to play kickball. It's at a sculpture park that I went to like eight years ago for a poetry reading, and I'm pretty sure I read some bad poetry at this park at some point, so hopefully vestiges of shame will not haunt me as I play kickball with coworkers. Wish me luck. Happy...what the hell is it, Thursday already? Happy Thursday.