At first, the cat has managed to completely conceal herself using the coffee table, as she had intended.
However, she soon forgets that she has ears that protrude above her eye level. She can now be partly observed, and she’s unaware of this fact.
Finally, she completely loses her discipline and much of the top of the head may also be seen. At this point I feel that she has given up on the whole idea of hiding.
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THIS IS SOME PERSON’S PICTURE OF A DOG NOSE
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The Balancing Pagoda of Myanmar
Via tinselman, via The Athanasius Kircher Society, recommended by http://dev.null.org/blog. Whew. I like the Internet.
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Sunday means iced coffee and a book outside somewhere. These days it’s Kean Coffee.
Other photos in this Flickr set, including more fire, beer, and a bird.
Hurray, I got to see mahakala today! She was at D’s for a bit this afternoon, where I fled after my shrink appointment. It was Old Home Week as other people I rarely see also showed up. Then off to the Indian Burial Ground Coffee House of Doom to see catamorphism and David, who were really nice. We gabbled about big ideas for a while. Amazingly, I was not dragged to Hell by slimy green arms or held down while Morlocks carved swastikas into my nuts or anything. Maybe that curse was a one-time thing. About the coffee house, not catamorphism, silly.
Ate some pasta and an omelette. The cat is freakin’ neurotic lately, clingy and demanding and making that weird barking sound she only makes when she’s demanding something. A fair amount of remedial cat cuddle was necessary to get her back into a humming pleasant state.
After shrinkage I took some photos down the street at the shuttered and crumbling Children’s Nuthouse on Dover. There’s no more reliable source of undergraduate-literary-magazine style urban decay ‘n’ despair than a closed mental institution!
The rest of the set is here on Flickr if you need more anomie ‘n’ ennui.
I myself was doing great today until sometime after I came home and then the bad mood 16-ton weight fell on me. Oops.
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