Picture thread 2011

^ My first reaction was, "It is NOT a tumah!"

Was throwing the ball for my dogs the other day, and one of them brought the ball back looking like this:



Yes, that is a huge strand of spit that managed to loop over her snout.

Sun column over the highway at dawn this morning.

Panic is a 2.5 year old half black lab, half border collie. She has a big black tongue and loves fetching tennis balls more than anything else. I throw them with a ChuckIt because if I threw them by hand I'd get tired out far sooner than she would. With the ChuckIt, she actually tires out after 10-20 throws. Then she starts to lose interest.

One day I was on about her last throw when a couple older Russian women were walking down the sidewalk with a Yorkie in tow. Since I didn't want to hit the sidewalk just as they showed up, I did one more throw. What I didn't factor on is, halfway back she'd notice the Yorkie and skip bringing the ball back, instead making a beeline for the Yorkie--wild-eyed, covered in foam, and with a big black tongue lolling about. I ran after her, yelling "PANIC! PANIC!"

The Russian woman yanked the poor Yorkie up into her arms by the collar.

I don't yank him up by the collar, but by necessity I've become pretty well-practiced at snatching my dog up off of the ground because some asshole can't be troubled to keep his animal on a fucking leash.

Pretty much, my folks are retired and go down to the USA for the current maximum time period allowable, around 5-6 months, so they leave the Lab with the wife and I for that time. Actually I beg them to leave her with us, she's the best.

This is our full time dog, Moses:



He's a bit long in the tooth, but I swear having the younger lab around has added years to his life, he prances around like a puppy when she comes to stay.

And don't worry Gunforge, not a real gun.

Heh. I think humans do that too. I work with a bunch of twentysomethings now and I act like I'm 25 again.

Actually I think I've always acted like I was 25.

Yeah, well, how that works with my grouchy old dog is that he hurts himself and spends several days recovering. If it's a different breed anyway. Last time I brought him over to visit a friends Jack Russel Terrier, little Flexo flew into a berserker rage, snarling and pouncing on the bigger dog over and over until I pulled him off.

Flex is around 9-10 years old, plus he has epilepsy, a bad back, bad knees, and a heart murmur. He doesn't need to be doing shit like that, so now we only visit his elderly chihuahua friends.

Oh, Jesus, you should've seen the sheer chaos when the neighbors were out at the park, playing with their 9 month old German Shepherd and they said it would be fine for Panic to play with him. Both dogs wound up exhausted and covered in slobber from play fighting, running full tilt after each other, and jumping over things (and each other).

Flex attacks big dogs, too. I have to gather him up every time I pass another pet owner on the stairs. He'll attack a lab, shepherd, anything. He's fearless and doesn't give a fuck. Which is why, when I make such an effort to keep him under control, I get pissed off when I have to deal with some asshole who just lets his fucking lab puppy run amuck in the common shitting area outside my apartment.

Dachshunds are fearless. A few years ago, ours got out of the yard and went down the street in hopes of winning the affections of a lady dog who was in heat. A bunch of other suitors were there, too.

Our dog decided to take on a German Shepherd.


It didn't end well for him. He survived...barely.

Hard at work with my favorite vice president directing.

Fan from the start...

Very nice. I've done the same thing....

May I make a suggestion? Would it be possible to put late 2370's style Starfleet markings on one of those models?

That particular model is in the Alanta house. But I will take some shots for ya Oh, and you can see my hand in despration for neither of them to fall!

Better picture of my new haircut.

Wrong font!

Got a cheap fisheye lens. Yeah, dog nose time!

at work​

MY chair!

Hot off the presses! This is Moxie's new brother, Cairo, still in Alberta where my wife is picking him up. I don't get to meet him until Tuesday.

Waiting for it to throw itself, apparently.

Just for fun (and getting shots of my model stash all in one).
This one, made by Polaroid.

Screws on to the camera's 18-55mm zoom like a filter.
Also has a killer macro - I can so close, the lens touches the subject. Which is pointless, since that also blocks the light!

Here's my office, my workshop/stash, and a closeup of a 1/48 Warhammer figure.

You can see the focus doesn't really hold outside the center of the wide shots very well. Hey, it was cheap! A "real" genuine fisheye for my camera is $1k!!!

I want a fisheye that will allow me to photograph the back of my head.

A rep carryover from Facebook?