We don't need no stinking apples

It says online that these guys like apples, but he seems to prefer catfood, although sometimes blueberries are acceptable. In any case, he is now being encouraged to eat outside as his apparent need to utliize the closet for some kind of marsupial seizure at 3 AM is not helping me to a night's sleep (the cat, on the other hand, sleeps right through it).

They are slightly uncanny, like something from a Japanese ghost story, with the fathomless dark eyes in the pale face.

Not a Dalek and FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This was the scene yesterday at the corner of Jean and Santa Rosa. Regrettably, some sharp eyed person has already made off with this personal sauna, working condition unknown. The mosaic ball has gone back into my apartment.

Stay tuned for news of intergalactic invasions.

Post Apocalyptic Thingie

My sister thinks I don't get out enough, I can't imagine why. 

Just posted this lovely item in the Art Lab section of my Etsy store.