Mz B: July 2006

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Playing fetch

My siamese eats golden retrievers for breakfast.

Killer whale killed by cat

I should probably throw it away. It looks somewhat disgusting, ripped apart, covered in saliva, food and hair.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

A Cute Lab Rat

I was allowed to lift this one on to the scales, he weighted 324 grams. Aron could eat him for breakfast.

Sara Injecting RV-GFP

RV-GFP (Retro Virus Green Florescent Protein); cool scientific stuff that baby sister is doing.

Lisa and Pipkorn at lunch time

Your mother is out driving (wide load)

In Malmö looking for a suit for Mr D2

024 - the car that Sara is looking for

Yesterday was indeed scary. I could not blog a single post from my cell phone. The desperation grew, thoughts of going up to the office to reflash the phone with a fresh software started to form in my head, this even if I’m on holiday. Would there be no more blogging this holiday? Everything lost its meaning. (Okay, slightly over reacting there). Today, I found out that others experienced the same problems yesterday (the posting problems, not sure about the rest), and was somewhat relieved. And the day became even better when I manage to get a photo onto my blog.

This said, some of the photos will not appear in the correct order since they was taken yesterday and posted first today. I hope this will not cause too much confusion.

Breakfast in the park

A man with a naked woman tattooed on his chest tries to convince me that one of the ducklings is an albino. I explained that there are different breeds of birds, some that are white and albinos tend to have red eyes due to lack of pigmentation. This particular duck did not fit this criteria, therefore an albino it was not. The man was not convinced, seemingly still wanting to claim this scientific sensation as his. Maybe he was already planning to write an article for European Journal of Urban Birds, and would hear nothing of my critic. I considered my two natural options; 1) announcing that I since early childhood been a member of the Swedish Poultry Association and ought to be regarded as an expert on the matter, 2) Showing of my own tattoo that is far cooler than his lame one. I went for the a somewhat unexpected third alternative, said that I had go back to the bench and protect my scone from the potentially avian bird flu contaminated feathered bipeds that by now were lurking disturbingly close to my breakfast.