The idea of making gun ownership like driver’s licence ownership — i.e. just as boring and tedious — is a brilliant one.
The fact that people need to be warned not to take selfies when in horrifically bad weather tells me we have a lot of idiots out there. And we could probably do with less.
I go out to eat so I don’t have to cook. If going out meant having to cook my own dinner, I might as well stay home and do all my attractive food-prep-teeth-gritting there.
My latest obsession is drawing in the Zentangle style. I’m currently working on an experiment that is a precursor to another experiment — if the second one works out, I’ll be really chuffed.
The Murder House: great article, but creepy as fuck.
Seven years ago, this happened.
It’s been a few years since we’ve managed a night out at a rock club. With alcohol.
Take enough snaps and you’ll get a funny one.
I thought the blue print looked like a rose, but I was corrected. It’s thunder.
I though Anne had chubby cheeks and was my wee Buddha, then I caught this while Eliza was enjoying the (brief) sunshine in Scotland this past weekend:
Shot almost exactly three years apart (give or take a few days).