900-foot-long Sinkhole in Texas
The aticle says it has "crumbling dirt around its edges resembling sharp teeth." This makes me wonder if perhaps it is a young sarlacc pit.
Cow Found Mutilated in Saskatchewan
Freaky- with picture
Woman Lies Dead in Apartment For 41 Years
Saturday, May 17, 2008
News
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Cover Fairy, Also Known as the Never Ending Saga
The fairy on the front of the calender was repeated inside of the calender, so, over the six calenders, Lori and I painted dresses on twelve of these fairies pictures (six each). The picture was actually a pretty nice fairy picture, except for the naked part. I can't say that I blame the fairies for going around virtually naked (most of them had on floaty fabric). It's really just part of being a fairy, I guess.

Calender #3. This is the first time that I glittered up the word "Fairies." I hadn't realized that I went for the little black dress with luxuriant hair twice. I guess I sort of lost track of my fairies.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Naked Fairies
A while ago, the Snack King managed to order a Random Bag of Crap. In it were six magical fairy calenders. We were overjoyed, but we had no idea what to do with them. It was an issue of great debate in my house. They could not be given to just anyone, for the fairies were nekkid, and thus not entirely suitable for everyone as is. It was finally decided that Lori and I would, somehow, draw little dresses on the fairies in two of the calenders, and give them to my five year old cousin. It was especially necessary that the fairies have clothes on them due to the fact that my cousin has a couple of older brothers who would get far more excited over fairies than any boy should if they were given to my little cousin in their original state.

Unfortunately, they didn't work.

Here's Lori's. She, as well as I, felt that this was too see-through, and thus too racy for my little cousin.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Goodbye, Mr. Spider
He shall never bother me again.
Ode to Spider
This is not the place
To show your face
You are not wanted
You are only hunted
For what I feared
Now is smeared
Across the wall
You used to crawl
Your little friends
Shall only find their ends
By me
Who does not hear their plea
You shall die
I do not hear your cry
Go away
For if you stay
You shall die


















































