(That’s ‘Yet Another Macy’s Window Kitty!)
I tended to get to the windows after dark, when all the kitties were tuckered out. This one was the exception.
That looks like a map of an archipelago. Perhaps this is a treasure map kitty!
Someone isn't getting enough cuddles. Poor kitty. Hope she got adopted.
So I did some stuff to integrate with Facebook. It’s been helpful, by and large. Gets a few more people here.
And now it’s killing the site. If you’re having trouble connecting, that’s why: part of Facebook’s API is responding so slowly that it’s causing page loads to time out. It’s clearly been doing this for a couple hours now (and the problem is very visible on their API responsiveness graph) but they haven’t even acknowledged the problem yet, let alone fixed it. Damn am I glad that I don’t depend upon Facebook for my actual livelihood.
It’s my birthday tomorrow! (The 25th, that is.) And, quite coincidentally, two of my most favorite musicians in the world were in town tonight (and tomorrow night, the 25th, too!) at the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley: Martin Hayes and Dennis Cahill. They are incredible… some of the best Irish music you could ever hope to hear.
Here, this is a favorite of mine. This one too. Give it a listen.
I value my sleep highly, but if they had kept playing until 5 AM, I would've stayed for it. They're just plain amazing.
Autumn and I stopped by a newish coffee shop in Polk Gulch (aka Polk Street where it goes through the edge of the Tenderloin.) It sits at Polk and Pine, in the space where Polk Street Station used to be, a space that has sat vacant for several years now. All in all, we were pretty happy with the place… at first.
Then what happened? Then the owner’s 4-month-old brindle-striped pit bull puppy (named ‘Little Man’) came by for a visit (outside of course). At which point we became utterly ecstatic. So cute! So happy! So wiggly!
It was a dim day, and this guy never stays still for more than a hundredth of a second. It was MURDER getting non-blurry shots of him!
If he looks unhappy or concerned in any of the pictures, it is almost certainly because he was being prevented from licking someone he wanted very much to lick.
"Airplane ears!"
Little Man was curious about everything. Which means you can probably guess what is coming next.
Our patented Schnozz-shot!
The owner's son, on the right, and I'm not clear on who the gentleman is, but he brought the puppy by so he's a hero in my book.
Wiggles and giggles and licks, that's what puppydogs are made of.
Overloaded puppy expression. All the happy you can squeeze into one small space.
Beards are delicious, maybe?
And this is definitely the "Hey... I couldn't help but not that these two are cuddling me, but you aren't," expression.
No, this is not a picture of a flatulent kangaroo. Instead, it is something even more inexplicable: a piece of art that is attached to a roof near AT&T park (and, consequently, also near my workplace.)
Incidentally, do not even consider buying an Eye-Fi card. The card itself works beautifully, but the software is so badly designed and written that it renders them worse than useless, and there seems to be no temptation on their part to fix it in any way.
Octopus being attacked by whale, maybe?
A Dogue de Bordeaux! He’s a perfect pet to take to those wine-tasting parties.
Incidentally, this is the third ‘Romeo’ we’ve seen. The second one was quite a bit different!
Shaved Saint Bernard?
Romeo, master of the coy look.
See what I mean?
He's also a past master at being cheerful and photogenic.
This house was redone, inside and out, a couple of years ago. Autumn and I watched it being done, and were very impressed with the lovely improvements made to the inside. And then the outside was painted bright fire-engine red and we thought, hmm, is that some kind of primer?
No. It’s not some kind of primer. It’s what someone thought, inexplicably, was a good idea.
It has the cutest spiral staircase!
Okay, we have seen this guy before, when he was the victim of a vicious akita attack! (Insert scare chords here.) I had no idea what the was, then, and I still don’t, but maybe now that we have some better pictures we can get Autumn to weigh in.
Oh, and the second dog in the last picture might also look a little familiar. This one is easy to remember, since I had a giant stretched canvas printed up of the last picture on that page. It came out awesome.
Anyone have a guess as to what this guy might be?
I am not familiar with canine gaits, but this one looks like his backside is drifting away.
The ears look odd in this one, sort of crinkled in on themselves.
When nobody's willing to take care of your itchiness for you, sometimes you have to take matters into your own paw.
Stereotypical canine interactions.
Argh. I forgot to post one of these yesterday. I’m a bad boy.
Anyway, building on the day before yesterday’s Irish pub picture, I thought this was kind of funny. Seen in front of O’Neill’s Irish Pub.
It's a bit thin for soup... more like broth. Wouldn't Guinness be more appropriate?
These two are vital employees of Russian Hill Upholstery and Decor, a shop near where Autumn and I live (on Polk near Jackson). They may to the casual eye appear to be sleeping, but don’t be fooled: they are actually deep in thought about their next spectacular, award-winning interior decoration masterpiece!
(I have been meaning to post these two for ages, but I have had a terrible time trying to get the color balance right on these images. In the end, I’ve just given up. They look totally different, you’ll just have to live with it.)
That level of concentration is hard for mere human beings to achieve.
There's nothing that can relax like a saggy-faced dog.
Perhaps we could call this position "a pile of bloodhound". Also, yes, that's Autumn in the background.