This post goes out to the Father of My Kitties (okay, so the cats are not technically mine, they live in a different house, and I have completely insinuated myself as the Kitty Momma…what of it?).
I bolster the hell out of cat self-esteem on a regular basis. Our boy was the runt of the litter, and now he’s the Alpha Cat of the house. And our girl doesn’t even care that her ass always looks fat in photos. Job well done.
I recently posted my whimsical decision to bedeck my honey bear with googly eyes on the spice rack.
I hadn’t given it a second thought until my awesome friend Lindsay sent me a photo of how she took the idea and ran with it:
This got me thinking of how fun it would be to get a giant collection of googly-eyed household items in any form my readers saw fit. I’d like to create an album of these and share it when/if there are substantial contributions.
I know not everyone has googly eyes lying around, just waiting to be affixed to random objects, but if you do…send a picture! Go bring something to life! You can email me the photos: shewalkssoftlyblog (at) gmail (dot com).
HAVE FUN! And spread the word if you know any crafty folks…
Let me preface this by saying I have not had Internet for four days due to Hurricane Irene. My entire town and surrounding areas are still without it and we don’t know when it (or other media/communications) will be restored. I feel VERY lucky to have electricity right now. I drove to the closest place I could find to get online for a moment, and will try to do so again as soon as possible. In the meantime…
This made my day, because outside of saying it myself I’ve never seen the phrase “Zoologically incorrect”…and it’s a favorite.
Peeeeeeek-a-Boooooo!
Another unsettling Peek-a-Boo:
Think about this next time someone uses the fine colloquialism “He/she’ll have my head on a platter!”
This actually got printed:
You might be living in an insane, surrealist dictatorship if your “Dear Leader” is plastered on boxes of tongue scrapers…and walks by to inspect them for quality.
Awww…
Go ahead Betty…one Business Casual Angel Donut won’t hurt…
Yep.
The comic panel of my life (books rule!):
The female of this species probably takes a ages doing her makeup in the morning.
And speaking of other species…we will never be as awesome as this guy…
I’ll leave you with this, folks…
I live alone…and I still do things like this for the fun of it.
Caption, anyone?
Running low on Scandanavian 1970’s musicians in bright, coordinated outfits this morning? Look no further than this post to remedy the situation.
Preview:
Let’s begin this post with a luminous sunrise over the rolling hills of a meatscape…
As you may know by now, I love photos of glistening industrial structures.
Nature is amazing.
Two bits of street art that really grabbed my attention recently:
Excellent display.
He’s late for a very important date, indeed…
No idea:
Had this mode of transportation been available to me, I might have attempted to attend Sunday school…once.
I know nothing about the origin of this illustration, save for the title: “Experiment With a Unicorn Horn.”
Arguably the world’s most useful superpower:
I wonder if there’s a number around which the subject matter starts to get a bit tired (101? Really? It’s almost impressive).
Ooh…the candle makes it fancy.
A beautiful clock (it sings!) for the minimalist:
Where is this an actual problem?
I’ve saved the best for last. Here’s a great wedding greeting to send all your newlywed friends. Feel free to post your interpretations in the comments.
There’s so much I love about this…I don’t even know where to begin. This fish, hilariously named “Gary,” was so addicted to Kit Kat bars that he outgrew his tank.
Aquarium staff were baffled when the 8.8lb giant gourami called Gary rejected normal food after being donated to them.
Then the previous owners of the exotic Asian freshwater fish admitted feeding it only with the chocolate-covered wafers.
Experts at the Sea Life London Aquarium had to put crushed Kit Kat pieces inside grapes and banana slices to tempt the 15.7in-long fish on to a normal diet.
Oh Gary…I understand, buddy. My loved ones have tried those techniques to wean me off chocolate too.
Since you guys don’t mind the occasional humorous diversion (as indicated by the positive response to F*CKIN’ TEA), I thought I’d give you a history of dancing you’re not likely to soon forget:
Now, I want to make very clear that I am completely in favor of chair-restricted aerobic activity…just not this video. I do give them credit for horrendously documenting such a variety of dance styles though.
Let TAPPERCIZE show you how it’s done (really, hit the play button and watch at least a little of this. It’s better than chair dancing):
I have no idea why I did a search for “raven doorbell” and bookmarked this last year (probably something dream-prompted), but this is what I found. There’s something…not right…about this poor fellow.
He seems distressed, and unwelcoming toward human fingers in his mouth.
What sentiment do you think he’s expressing? Quotes?
This album is awful. Intentionally. But the title is bloody brilliant.
Leona Anderson made bad singing a legitimate, if entirely unnecessary, form of entertainment. She reveled in the limitations and deficiencies in her singing voice and her publicity proudly proclaimed her as “the World’s Most Horrible Singer.”
Well, now a lot of hipsters do that…but it was actually interesting in 1957.
Here’s a sample track:
SheWalksSoftly 