Avast, me hearties, I be afeared that the pirate fic I wanted to write has not materialised. I have words, but they be short of a compass or a map, damn their eyes.

*is too tired to talk like a pirate any more*

I love Yahoo's headlines. They're such nonsense. "Robbie Williams could be abducted by aliens and "come back as an ambassador for their race", an expert claims."

Some picspam.

A seagull on my bathroom skylight:




The whiteboard at work today, drawn by yours truly (except the bits in green):




I went to an open day / fair thingy at some nearby allotments several weeks ago, and it was amazing. I forgot I hadn't posted about it. I stroked a python, admired the prize marrows, listened to various singers, relaxed in a hammock (every fair should have a section in a tiny bit of woodland with some hammocks), saw some belly dancing, listened to various bands, and spent ages looking at various birds. I stroked this guy...



...VERY very carefully. He didn't take my arm off, which was nice.

This lady...



...was enormous - an Eagle Owl. She made a great deal of fuss until her handler gave her a mouse. But this girl...



...was my favourite. She looked so very pissed off. :) She's a Bengal Owl.

There was a definite hippy vibe to the place. They had some nice signposts scattered around one section:



And... that's about all I've got. See y'all at the Redial rewatch tonight.