Arrant Nonsense

Man, I <3 my camera. This one is, by far, my favorite:



And you can see the rest under the cut... ( here. )

In this set, mammals and baby great horned owls.

( under the cut... )

Ten more! More birds, some pronghorns, and a mule deer in velvet. ( Under the cut they go! )

Gyah, yes, I realize I promised pictures. And I will post them. Eventually. I swear. Today has been full of busy-ness, however. I scribbled 1200 words and am now sitting at 13,800, in the Won His Soul story. I outlined the coming events in a somewhat coherent manner as well, so I know how I'm getting to the end from here. I discussed a collaboration with my lovely and effulgent RP Partner for an Actual Fiction Story for submission to Writers of the Future and Other Venues. I gave Ben rabies, which is, for the record, a horrible way to die. You may consider that a warning.

I also went to the bank, and I now have enough money saved up for WorldCon to stay in the hotel and eat. All other money I save will be walking-around cashola. This weekend is CONduit, where the writer Guest of Honor is Tamora Pierce. In a fit of efficiency, I actually bought and read one of her books before meeting her, so I won't be a blithering idiot. The book was "Terrier," and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

So this post isn't a total loss for y'all, I leave you with a photo I shot five minutes from my house, of a Scottish Highland cow and calf:

( HOW CUTE ARE THESE ANIMALS. 1024x768. )

Weird Shit You See in Moab!

So, yeah, this right here:

isn't the weirdest thing you'd see in Moab. Not by a long shot. Yes, that's ours, isn't it lovely, moving on...

First, the links and other stuff:

• Splatman.
  
  
• T-shirts dyed with local red dirt.
  
  
• Trails with names like "Steel Bender," "Metal Masher," and "Poison Spider," and obstacles with names like "Potato Salad Hill," "Dump Bump" (now, sadly, closed), and "White Knuckle Hill."
  
  
• A 5,000-square-foot home blasted into the living rock. With a petting zoo. And sculptures. And stuff. I highly encourage you to peruse the website, because, dude.
  
  
• Vehicles with actual six-wheel drive. Oh, and outside roll cages.
  ( Click for a pic, dial-up users beware, because it gets image-heavy from here on out. )
  
  
  
• A car riddled with giant arrows.
  ( Photographic proof. )
  
  
  
• Bison. In a front yard. Being held back by a flimsy fence that wouldn't hold a determined day-old lamb in.
  ( Photographic proof. )
  
  
  
• Golf carts with roll cages and four-wheel drive. Okay, it's a highly-modified golf cart, but show me something out here that's not highly-modified.
  ( Photographic proof. )
  
  
  
• Someone backing up Potato Salad Hill. Yes, he made it. No, I have no idea how.
  ( Photographic proof. )
  
  
  
• A snowmobile going down Potato Salad Hill. No, he didn't wreck, amazingly enough.
  ( Photographic proof. )
  
  
  And that's just a smattering, folks--and just the Jeep Safari.

And here's a few shots I got.

The aforementioned anemone (this one was dead, so I kind of posed it):


A Portuguese Man O'War. I had no idea they were blue:


( Eight more under the cut: Birds, two other kinds of jellyfish, and a dead baby hammerhead shark on the beach. )

To my back yard basketball standard. Which is less than 20 feet from my house. I think he might have been after the mice? Which, go, him, because the cat isn't doing her job and the trap remains, sadly, empty.



Isn't he adorable? For those who don't know, that's an American Kestrel, also known as a Sparrow Hawk. They're teeny!

Because Terry Bellefleur (♥♥♥) has been known to wear this t-shirt:



I should totally get one for Ben, y/y? Nothing like being aware of your own issues...

Found this via the lovely and effulgent matociquala (Elizabeth Bear), who doesn't actually like the show.

I get to watch the season finale tonight! So, no spoilers please. :)

Also, this pic here is made of Awesome and Win. I've only found four of RDJ from this photoshoot--anyone out there with Sekrit Ninja Powers know where I can see more? The photographer is Michael Muller and the exhibit was called "Another Night Upon Us."

In lieu of a picture of my workspace (because that's just laughable, although I do love my Tony Stark CosBaby), here's a screenshot of the desktop I use while I'm writing this... thing. The MS is zoomed to 85%, so it's still halfway readable, and squooshed over to the side. And yep, that's Ben. Glaring at me with a gun in his hand a a cigarette in his mouth. Even though he doesn't smoke. I've considered having him take it up, though, on the basis that, at least while he was smoking, he'd remember to breathe. And he's a werewolf, so cancer doesn't factor into it, at least not in my 'verse (other 'verses may vary).



( Bigger image under the cut, where you can read some of my Deathless Prose™... )