My Own Urban Legend.

There once was a society lad who went to an avant guard vernissage and drank far too much of the free champagne. Its likely that at some point some evil surrealists spiked his drink, since he awoke in a bathtub full of liver pate, wearing nothing but a neon-yellow tutu. When he examined himself in the mirror, he discovered that someone had tattooed rubber ducks all over his body.

DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!

Momentarily Awake.

I woke up because I couldn't breathe again, so I'm staying upright long enough for my sinuses to drain and to dose back up on medication. After that, I think I'm going straight back to bed.

Gas Emmisions

It seems that the greenhouse gases emitted by New York City are equal to those of all of Portugal.

A Fascinating Attempt.

Here's a fascinating attempt (Warning:PDF) to show the major life events of a designer living from 1990 to 2090. Some of it is plausible, some of it is not, but I think its a helpful exercise to try to determine what the life of someone who's 17 today may be like.

Kitty Care.

shreddy our tomcat is spending more time with me than usual. I think he's determined I'm sick and can use some kitty loving. In fact he just started grooming my arm with his tongue.

I mean, okay, its a hairy arm, but not compared with his!

Ah, he didn't like the typing, so he's left now.

Drug Dreams.

Oops. I originally posted this in april_drawing by accident.

I don't know if its the drugs, or the cold, but I had a rather strange dream last night. Apparently human clones had no rights and were owned as slaves. I remember being rather unhappy about this, but dared not do anything due to the rigorous mind monitoring of the overgovernment and the very bad way they treated citizens who didn't do their civic duty and own a slave.

This still doesn't tell me why I had a clone of Helen Slater dressed as supergirl cleaning my bathroom.