Friday, August 07, 2009

A Glassblower's Dream...

I'm still studying the creating of images. So far I've got the programs to create something from nothing, but lack the expertise (and no, we aren't talking smarts here, I've got PLENTY of those.. no... honest!) to figure out the program! So, until then, all we get is another pretty glass warp thing..

I like this..

a lot.


At 7:31 PM, Anonymous ME>.. said...


At 12:39 PM, Blogger WyattBurp said...

Dear ME,

A friend sent this to me. I thought about you and just how well this fits you.


Excerpt from Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpt from Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity....

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now .

At 1:44 PM, Blogger Infamous Angel said...

so... Wyatt... nothing to say about my INCREDIBLE ARTWORK??.... (harrumph!)..

oh.. and ME ? that's my sister!!

At 3:20 PM, Blogger WyattBurp said...

Well, excuse the ef outta me! Yes, I thought the artwork was an incredible piece of art. Actually, I had to look at it in shifts as the heat waves wafting before my eyes made me somewhat irrational. And someone kept calling me to inform me of their mild, foggy weather. She has no shame.

At 6:54 PM, Blogger Infamous Angel said...

(sings loudly, to the tune of "Officer krupke")

I have no shame, oh no shame,
no more shame shame shame
Like I'm psychologic'ly unshamed!

(and I had to close the back door cuz the breeze is sooo cool)..



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