red fish george

I was on my way back from hell-A today when my co-worker pulled into Petco to purchase something for his fish tank. We got in the store and he told me I was getting a beta fish. So, I got one.

They were all stacked up in little containers. I found a pretty red one, bought him, and brought him home.



I named him Red Fish. I think he likes it. Maybe he doesn't. I don't know. Fish don't show a lot of emotion so it's hard to tell.



When Brent got home, he said he had already named him (although he didn't even know what I got) George. So, now his name is Red Fish George.

please forgive the harsh lighting and shadows; my home is not a photo studio and I didn't spend too much time setting this up. I kid. I kid. I really don't give a crap about the lighting and I'm sure you don't either. But if you do, whatever. I still don't care.

dear natalie,

Please come back to San Diego. I miss you.

Sincerely,
Tessa


I am clearly not good at centering an image when I can't look through the viewfinder...but we both made it in this shot...only took about 5 attempts. The picture turned out a lot better in my head...

This bird flew dangerously close to our heads, prompting Natalie to shriek in terror, prompting me to shriek in terror. It then proceeded to mock us by standing there and staring at us. I hate that bird.

This night started out very promising, then took a dive off a cliff when some guys wouldn't leave us alone. I blame Natalie since guys stay fa fa away from me when I am on my own. We left the bar and had a lot more fun sitting on the sidewalk. Okay, maybe Natalie wasn't haven't as much fun as I was.

Some very not-nice people are trying to kick these adorable (albeit very smelly) animals off this teeny tiny beach. Stupid people.

About five minutes later she left her purse in the very chair she was sitting in and it was never seen again.

I look very tired (and chubby...I blame the the numerous boxes of gsc I have consumed over the last two months), but I was actually very happy. We were hiking right next to the ocean with amazing views in all directions...

See? Amazing view!

Sweet, sweet pacific ocean, how i love you so.

bw

the ocean rarely disappoints: great views and lovely sunsets

farewell, creepy cat things

I had my last real day of work at the cat den this week. Hopefully, the next time I'm there will be the last and it will only be an hour or so.

I thought I'd do one final post showcasing the weird cat paraphernalia hanging out around the office/house/cat den.

cat. in a box. on a scale. explanation needed, but I don't have it.

um, okay...

that's a lot of fake cats for one shelf.

what. the. hell.

I was starting to think that my inspiration for blogging was coming only from the need to punch people in the face and my dislike of cats. Then I received a phone call. It was from a co-worker. Those two facts alone are clearly not worthy of whipping up a drawing...it was what was happening on the other end of the phone that made me all sorts of uncomfortable, grossed me out, and led me directly home after work to begin work on my latest drawing.

I hope the picture speaks for itself. I spent a lot of time on it...definitely more than I should have considering it is Friday night.


First, let me clarify that she called me. It wasn't as if I caught her at an awkward moment. In her mind, she prioritized calling me, then using the bathroom. Except she didn't do one, then the other; she did them both...at the same time. Second, I wouldn't excuse the situation had I been the one to call her. In that situation she should have ignored the call until she was in a more sanitary environment. Lastly, the answer to your question is yes, I was having a bad hair day.

ihc and chm

(i hate cats and cats hate me)

I was sitting where I was sitting...and the cat (Tiki is what they call it) got on the desk and stood on my papers to eat out of its bowl, completely disregarding my personal space. That made me mad. Then, it walked to the other side of the desk and stared at me like it was going to kill me. That made me uneasy until I remembered that I am me and it's a cat and that I am big and it is small. That made me happy.

As I was adding some digital enhancements to this photo, I realized that I have taken entirely too many cat pictures lately for somebody with such a disdain for cats. I don't want anybody getting the wrong idea about me and cats, so at that moment I took a vow that this will be the last cat picture of Tiki that I take... unless it does something picture-worthy, like a front hand-stand or points a gun at me.

my lungs hate me

I've been trying to capture the air quality in the cat den. The perfect opportunity presented itself the other day.

This is what the air surrounding my desk looked like for about a minute or so after I sat down and stirred up the grossness that resides in the chair.

Note: The particles in this picture were not digitally added. This is real-life, people.