Personal: May 2009 Archives

This weekend I was taking pictures of my unarguably adorable housepets. This is not notable in itself, but it is perhaps notable that my cat, Betamax, appeared with glowing orange eyes in almost every photo taken of him. I can only conclude that the purifying light of the camera flash served to expose his diabolical nature.

In this one, he looks like he's just suddenly been possessed (while the dog, Sadie, looks on, perhaps distracted from her meal by the sudden feeling of an evil presence behind her):

Either he's a demon, or he's charging the lasers. I can't tell which.

I know he appears to be laying calmly on top of my messenger bag on the dryer, but the fires of Hell burn in his eyes.

As a bonus, please look at my adorable dog (who is not at all Satan). Also pictured: my boyfriend.

Sorry, I haven't been taking these as often as I should.

Look; it's my other cat looking away from the camera at the precise moment when I hit the shutter release. I don't think I've posted any photos of him here before. His name is Betamax, and he is the best kitten. Even though he is now two years old.

When I got him from the shelter, he was about four months old, and strangely enough he had been there for about a month, getting overlooked. He was tiny and black and could probably have fit into a VCR if I really wanted to push it--thus, the name. Now he is twice the size of a man's head and weighs nearly twenty pounds. Unlike Maisy, he does not have obesity, so all that weight is from his big, strong kitty muscles.

Betamax will also allow you to carry him around on his back like a baby. It's adorable, I assure you.

So on Wednesday it was my boyfriend's birthday. We didn't do much, but we did go out to dinner with our friend Blake (who is moving next week, sadly) to a place called Jax Fish House in Boulder. Steve really wanted to try it out because the head chef had won popular television program Top Chef. As it turns out, the food at Jax Fish House is mostly pretty good (Blake's entree was kind of over-salted though; don't get the scallops), but not anywhere near how good it should have been for being so expensive. I am reasonably satisfied, but I do not need to return to Jax Fish House. These are my feelings about Jax Fish House.

Anyway, besides the overpriced dinner, I bought Steve a copy of Carcassonne (this is a board game that is said to be especially good with two players). I also made him this fine card:

I don't know why I drew those terrifying, nightmarish toes on the Goomba. Or on Toad (below). It was kind of a whim thing.

If you know me, you also probably know that my friend Adrian Choy has been away studying abroad in Australia for the last semester. What you probably do not know is that he and I have been playing a game called "Drunk Postcards," in which we get drunk, write postcards, and send the postcards to each other.

The only real requirement of this game is that we write while drunk and do something to the picture side of the card (drunkenness not required). However, I am a daring lady who likes to blaze new trails, so for the last two cards I took it one step further: I used watercolor postcards and drew the pictures, in ink, while drunk. These are the admittedly confusing results:

The only real explanation for these that I can give you is I DON'T KNOW I WAS DRUNK OKAY.

Adrian and I are compiling these together into a little 'zine that we will be selling copies of (he is taking his copies to a 'zine fair at the end of May, I am told). When copies are available, I will tell you. And you will buy one. Are we in agreement?

Good.