Most Vikings preferred loot bags stuffed with treasure and little pieces of individually wrapped chocolate, but there are always a few sensitive individuals in every blood-maddened horde.
Here are some gold coins, in case you missed the last raid.
It's Wednesday. What happened to the summer? Somebody must have run off with it while I was busy trying to finish at least one Ducks of Doom story.
There isn't much time left--only a few days in which to finish three novels, several comics, hand-code a new website, scan in and rewrite an old vampire novel, recharge all my batteries, and risk life and limb taking the cat in for his annual checkup and oil change.
For those of you who are stuck with transporting a reluctant feline to the vet, I recommend a black Maria, complete with police guard, and paramedics. I found this picture on the Saint Paul Police Historical Society site.
Of course, lifting your cute little friend into one of these things is a different and possibly bigger problem than simply transporting him. Go ahead; make my day! (Picture from the Daily Mail)
Meow!
No worries.
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