Sign of yon times

Argh! Don’t you hate it when someone beats you to it? Clever bastard!

Hair blazing

A. But my, what sexy legs! I get them by bathing in the blood of virgins don’t you know? I love having a bath to get rid of excess hair dye, for no other reason then to fool around in a tub of what looks like gore and blood! You have to admit it’s pretty stomach churning looking! And don’t envy me my sponge!

B. Right after dying I then slaughtered half my hair. When I see all this I get the feeling that it could be used for something… Hey maybe I could become one of those nutters who keep all their hair and then make a jersey or pair of underwear out of it! Um, or maybe I could just throw it out…

Flame on!

Aren’t these pretty? I used to call them ‘Flame-lilies’ as a kid before I knew they were a breed of Iris. I don’t much like the word ‘Iris’ so now I call them Flame-lilies as an adult as well!

Chew chew

Here’s Professor H, Hamster Extraordinaire, busy munching on one of the boxes in his cage. Since I took his wheel out I’ve been sacrificing many a cardboard box to his hamster-ish destructive needs, he’s very active and needs things to play with. The thing that gets me here is that this is a toothpaste box, and you can see written on it, ‘Maximum Cavity protection’, while the hamster sits, a few cm away, making quiet a cavity in it! Tut tut, what false advertising!

Claw-fully cool!

Oooh isn’t it nifty? I could so use one of these on my walks! Or in the shops! Or just generally about the house! From poking slow walkers with gusto, to reaching that low, low itch to spearing watermelon for easy demolition! *purr* Don't you hate having to give people back their stuff? It looks so nice on me!

Potty

Because why fix the potholes when it’s so much cheaper to just pop up a sign warning people about them? And if they should happen to ride into one? Well hello, they were warned! Like duh! Mind on some stretches of South African road it might be easier to put signs up tell people where there aren’t any potholes! And look at what they stood it up in! Stylish!

Snap out of it!

I snapped, so to speak, this photo at Sandton city, shopping mall for the rich and, apparently, quiet blind. This huge ceramic crocodile… really whatever could you use it for? Don’t say art, things have to have some sort of meaning to be art! It’s even got a pierced lip! And shoes? Alligator shoes? If I saw one of these in a person’s home I’d assume it was something you’d have to destroy to break the curse! The curse of bad, bad, shockingly bad taste!