I has a fort

Oy. I had several ideas simmering for new entries, since it's been a full seven days (!) since I've posted anything. But then this morning I got an email that made me sad, and now it all seems kind of silly. Without going into too much detail, think some good thoughts about my friend. Do it because I say so and because you love me and I love her and she needs good karma/energy/whatever right now.

Since I don't feel like writing much, instead I give you photos, from recent Flickr updates. The first of which gives us the title of today's entry:



Dill has an unnatural attraction to my laptop bag. I'll come in and find him sleeping on it, kneading on it with his paws, or batting and chewing on the straps. Here, Dill has very cleverly constructed himself a fort using my laptop bag and the breakfast table. And I mean that quite literally. He somehow managed to flip open the flap of my laptop bag so it rested on the table (even though that means he probably had to stand on the table to do so WHICH HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO DO, DAMNIT DILL) and then curled up underneath and looked at me all, "What?" when I discovered him.

A bunch of photos from a recent Slaymo show, featuring my good friend from Cabrini days of yore, Mr. Mike H on the bass:









These are shown in black and white because, once again, they came out blurrier than I intended. I attribute this to the fact that I (1) need to stop being such a retard and figure out how to use my shutter speed/apature correctly since I refuse to use a flash, or (2) they were rocking SO HARD they made my camera malfunction. I'm going with #2. Although I do think I need another workshop with J.J. and I need some better lenses and a professional flash. Who wants to give me a big box of money?

After a certain point, I embraced the blur, as they say, and began to futz around with photoshop some more, for some interesting results:





And by "interesting" I mean, "photoshop brushes are my chrystal meth."

And hey, if your band is performing in the greater Philadelphia area and you want someone to photograph it? Drop me an email. I'm as cheap as free!

I took a bunch of shots of this adorable little boy at Beltane, because he totally stole my heart:



I mean, for real. Look at that face!

And just because I'm evil, I present this photograph of my roommate, Mike, drunk off his ass:



But before you think too poorly of me, may I add that the fool asked me to get my camera, because he "wanted to [hiccup/slur] document this."

And that, my little schmoopies, is all for now. I promise to update again soon, with a non-photo entry of substance when I'm feeling a little less sad-by-proxy.