The lovely
sunshade worked her artistic magic on a drawing of Jet for me. I received it in the mail today and have hung it up in my office to properly decorate with my weirdness. It is living in a picture frame I found. Now Jet can watch over me as I work.
I was going to scan it, but all the scanners in the office were being hogged by actual work. Can you believe that? So, I took a picture with my cell phone camera after I framed it. Hence the slight reflection.


Isn't it super awesome? Thank you,
sunshade!!!
EDIT: From
theredzebra1:
1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open it on page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Copy the next three sentences into your blog.
5. Tag five people.
I may, said Morgan le Fay, for I have such hasty tidings, that I may not tarry. Well, said Guenever, ye may depart when ye will. So early on the morn, or it was day, she took her horse and road all that day and most part of the night, and on the morn by noon she came to the same abbey of nuns whereas lay King Arthur; and she knowing he was there, she asked where he was.
It's from Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, which I'm slogging my way through. Holy crap, some parts of it can be drier than a desert.
And for the tagging - I'd like to see anyone who is interested do it, if only to see what you've been reading lately.
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I was going to scan it, but all the scanners in the office were being hogged by actual work. Can you believe that? So, I took a picture with my cell phone camera after I framed it. Hence the slight reflection.


Isn't it super awesome? Thank you,
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EDIT: From
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1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open it on page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Copy the next three sentences into your blog.
5. Tag five people.
I may, said Morgan le Fay, for I have such hasty tidings, that I may not tarry. Well, said Guenever, ye may depart when ye will. So early on the morn, or it was day, she took her horse and road all that day and most part of the night, and on the morn by noon she came to the same abbey of nuns whereas lay King Arthur; and she knowing he was there, she asked where he was.
It's from Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, which I'm slogging my way through. Holy crap, some parts of it can be drier than a desert.
And for the tagging - I'd like to see anyone who is interested do it, if only to see what you've been reading lately.
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