Monday, March 14, 2005

A couple of days ago, my dad found two dead raccoons in one of our basement window wells. It was the creepiest, grossest, most depressing-to-think-about thing to happen on this property for a while, I guess. And the most surprising.

We figure they crawled under the little porch my dad built over said window-well, fell down, and starved to death.

Actually, that's pretty much the only explanation that would make sense, so eh.

I have no idea how long they were down there, but they were quite rotten when my dad fished them out. He put them in a green garbage bag, and I think they're in a garbage can in the garage, waiting until we can find out from the city what we are supposed to do with them.

I can hear it now:

Hi, I found a couple of rotting raccoon carcasses under my porch and stuffed them into an airtight bag. What should I do with them now?

I'm reminded of that one Calvin and Hobbes epic; poor raccoons. : (

On a completely different note, you'll notice this little hole in cyber-space has undergone a theme change. And I would like to know what you think.
Before you ask, yes!, that is, in fact, a toque. And a damn sexy one, at that.

After all, it's my toque. I scanned it. And I am very happy with the results.

Almost assbackwardsly, however, the weather has decided to get warm on me. It must have realized I was taking advantage of winter themes within my "art".
The bastards. First they make it rain all day at the CNE, and now this?

I've come up with an idea for a story. It is going to require alot of back-reading, effort, and thought to get right and will probably take me the rest of my life to complete, but you've gotta start somewhere.
Of course, I wont be writing anything for any amount of time between two and six months, sadly, but hey.

It's a story about a girl named Mary, who God deems to be the least religious person on Earth. Upon deciding this, he goes to visit her and assigns her the task of clearing his unfairly blemished name and eliminating those who continue to smear it.

I mean, her mission can't fail, can it? God's on her side, after all.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll be brutally murdered by some one or other as a result of this, but hey.
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