Sifting through the flotsam and jetsam in my image folders, I stumbled across some pics that Daryn had taken several weeks ago of a recent extreme croquet outing. I liked the little guy's happy-calm expression in this one, and subjected it to a bit of digital playing-around (as I am wont to do).

As I was working on that particular day ("weekend?" what is this "weekend" of which you speak?), I was unable to tag into this one, but I'm given to understand that a good time was had by all, and that Sam was a good boy, mostly.

see what happens when you stop clapping?

actually, that's not entirely true.

in fact, it's not even a little bit true. i know precisely why i drew this.

it came by way of my aghast reaction to the following question from my dear tufts - d.c. era friend ginny (fka the queen of sin, or just simply 'queen' to her adoring subjects), who earlier today sent me the following inquiry, one which hit me like a cannonball to the solar plexus, an impact still reverberating within my ribcage.

she emailed:

"...have you been likened to a Jonas brother yet? Certain views of Nick Jonas remind me of a young David Bois."

to which i say: no. it's never come up. and we shall never speak of this again.

i'm totally enamored of this shot that daryn took a few days ago. a breezy afternoon out at the dog park, we came across an impressive array of kites, but this blue meany-esque customer was the standout.

the hiss to kiss ratio has dropped precipitously. minimal face nomming. and -- peep this -- as of today, adjacent snooze action.

good boys.

new kitten in the house.

the shelter had dubbed him "captain," but i took a look at the coloring and immediately thought: butterscotch.

butters, for short.

Credit for original photo: Leland Sklar in Trondheim, Norway, August 4, 2007 by Magnushk via Wikimedia Commons. Image edits by yours truly.

took sam for a walk, and saw this paper mask on the corner near my apartment building.

i was struck (read: saddened, angered, offended) at the face of an innocent victim having been co-opted by a coward for the purpose of hiding their identity.