I restrained myself from drunken posting last night, but now everything I was thinking last night has evaporated. Still, it was probably a good choice. Drunken musings are never as interesting as the drunk thinks they are.
I spent yesterday afternoon painting miniatures for my new Warhammer army. Tomb Kings. Little freaky skeletons, in pink, of course. For some reason, I decided this was the perfect time to start a new hobby. Because I'm not geeky enough already, and I don't have enough expensive habits. Yeah. I'm blaming it all on my friend Kara. Actually, I can blame it all on her husband, since he got her hooked. Jerk.
Afterwards, I headed to another friends' house for dinner and wine. It's so nice to be back in my city. I always forget how fabulous it is. Not only is it full of memories and people I love, it's aesthetically the most stunning city. Okay, New York comes close, but nothing beats my San Francisco.
I made balls all day. Skein after skein of delicious angora, wool, and alpaca are now sitting in nice little center pull balls, in a big big bag, ready and waiting for Montana. Sigh. Still haven't knit a stitch. I'm leading up to it.
Playing with my new camera and wax fangs.
Movie Manor, drive-in motel in Colorado
Chocolate Man, at Chocolate World, in Hershey, PA
In case you're wondering, Stripes is doing a little pee-pee dance. I got to the falls right at sunset. I had busted it out in order to get there before dark, which meant foregoing bathroom stops. Try admiring tons and tons of rushing water when you are close to exploding. Just try it.
Krishna's Palace, in some very rural state. Don't recall just where.
The footstep of the Angel Gabriel (story here)
I think that's about all for today. I have some more pictures, but I need to load them still.