finicky felines make for good side dishes

My sweet, dear mother runs a foster care for kittens and mama cats that are about to give birth. She does it for a no-kill organization in Minnesota called "Last Hope", and she has basically re-organized her life to care for the orphan kittehs.

When I go home, I sort of (read: REALLY, REALLY, EXCITED!!!!) get pumped to sleep over at mom's house because I wake up swathed in felines. It's really the best ever.

Anyways, I am thinking of posting all of the kitty pics my mom sends me via picture messages. They border on arcane, but I really appreciate being sent pictures of little Felis domesticuses.

And, whatever they find in their live trap. (skunks, raccoons, stray troubled cats)

RIP Elliott Smith

Cavities and crowns = good times

Watch out, you may be getting this.

Unfortunately, there's no bacon tux, but the box is pretty funny. I think I would be one of the people that would be upset upon opening to find not a tux but some other gift.

Bring on the bacon! tux...

Grabbing my ankles isn't too bad

Ah...Los Angeles.

City of (broken) dreams, palm trees, health food, and business tax.

Yep.

I'm sure most cities do, but it's the first time I have been afflicted with it. I work a few freelance gigs, and now I have to pay up to City Hall. My boy and I went down to the Van Nuys City Hall, and all they did was give me waiver to clear the penalities. Not to say that i am not grateful for not having to pay the extra, but you know. Paying nothing would've been nice. (insert winky face here)

But, I am happy; albeit broke.

Mom, I'm home!

I have finally given in. There's menus in the works, and yours truly is going from inventor of micro nations to cooker of quasi-gourmet meals.

It's quite the transition, I'm sure.

Maybe some samosa0-filled potatoes?

Post-depression photo op

It took this with photo booth shortly after I received an email from my ex stating that he was in a bad mental state (putting it lightly and keeping it short), and he used all money for the hospital and for a new phone- making me pay all the rent for the month. (and somehow he got to stay there rent free until he moved back, and I'M the bad guy? Not to mention he had insurance, so he didn't have to pay out of pocket...which makes me believe that there are some loose ends in that story...)

Continuing on, I was very upset and called my parents, and a couple good friends to tell them what he had done to me. And after many cigarettes and tears, I took this photo before I was promptly kicked out of the coffee shop where I was dwelling.

More random shots of the large apple

Top of the Empire state, this pigeon has the most ideal view. He also was being harrassed by Italian tourists; but guess who got the shot?

Random window dressing.

One of many signs at Coachella

I refused to give him my wallet. He took my eggs instead.

I think he's inleagues with the squirrel.

Sweet crema...I miss you so.

How Southern California ice skates.

Random NYC

paperwork...blech

I finally gave in to my need of cleaning and sorting my paperwork. It has been a dreadful journey, one that I took a break from a few minutes ago. I disappeared to Vegan plate and rewarded myself with some chicken satays.

Mmmmm....

So, now that I am back and ready for some action; I decided to let you know of my goings and comings. I still have more pics to post, but I need to slice them up right, and I can't spend too much time on this blasted thing.

One more thing: I did this top 5 things that I want to learn, and one of them I chose "ass kicker". But here's the thing: an image of a prosthetic leg came up and the image said "This is my ass kicking leg" then the rest of it was all, "win an asskicking contest"

Oh man.

Too funny.

Some Coney Island excitement

Just a simple shot of the boardwalk, the rides were all closed. I actually brought my Holga- so just hold on to your fedoras 'cause I actually shot with color this time.
....and, I was eating this corn when this overly friendly fellah came up and stole my cob. He was very antsy about it; almost two stepping perhaps? I thought I did a good deed, but when I saw his graveyard of cobs that would put the Corn Palace to shame, I felt used.

You won this time squirrel.

WashingtonSquareparkistantalizing

One of several enthralling and slightly alluring photos from my excursion to the large pomme.

NYC...again!

I am leaving in mere hours!

...will post pics when I get back!!

Hurray!!

Conspirator.

Oh Chai latte, we had so many happy times together; remember in MPLS when it was a crisp fall evening and I would sip you excitedly. Perhaps a mate was in tow; we would inhale your pumpkin spice goodness in between tobacco filled debates.

That, unfortunately, was ages ago.

Last night before work, I stopped by a chain coffee oasis for a chai and latte. The latter was for me; my coworker is a big fan of the chai. After making nice with the barista, I scooped up the hot bevvies with the thought of handing off the drink to my pal.

Sigh.

I thought we were friends chai; I thought we went waaaay back.

Little less than 2 minutes, chai is makin' itself at home, spillin' every which way without a care or concern. In complete disbelief, I made attempts to clean up the chai party that was happening in my car.

No avail.

My submissive nature made it easier for it; I stacked my latte on top and felt the wrath...

...allll down my arm.

Burning, awful pain; Chai latte, you are a jerk.

after the blast

One of many Holga images.

Someone needs to clean their scanner. Maurice dining in during an unusually long rain.

yay!!

I write reviews for Yelp, which is an oddly guilty pleasure. Telling people what's good and what is terrible is a hobby of mine.
Anyways, Yelp sends out a weekly email about what's good in different parts of L.A. They did one about comic shops in the valley, and they took a snippet of my review for the email! I know this does not seem like a big deal, but I am super elated that they chose mine.

Here's a piece:

"An unpretentious comic shop?" Lauren H raves that's exactly what you'll find at the House of Secrets in Burbank: "You can chat with the owners about your favorite writers and trades... Then they tell you about awesome upcoming events with them. Yea!"

It made me grin.