The rest of the aviator photos from last Sunday’s brunch ‘n’ games:

Jose, the Latin American gunner

Mehrdad, a Persian flyer

In the morning when I get ready for work, I head for the bathroom and close the door behind me. Sometimes, if I don’t shut it properly, I have immediate company — a little furry guy in a tuxedo rushes to join me…

…then hogs the sink:

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I’m sorry to say I [...]

As seen during my commute yesterday morning, via the Best of YouTube podcast on my iPod Touch. Wow. Talk about blowing away the competition; that’s a hard act to follow!

The House of Fielding Helpers doing what they do best: laying around on top of things.

A few goofy photos from Sunday’s gathering. I’ve got a few more goofy photos to be processed later.
Introducing Jan, the Flying Ace from Germany:

And Rosie, the British Sweetheart (also the Birthday Girl recovering from birthday drinks the previous evening):

And the Lovely Maria, from South America (Uruguay) via Austria.

I hosted a big Sunday brunch and board games at my place today. It’s the first time I have ever used both extension leaves in the table — there was a record 14 people around the table at one point! I ended up borrowing chairs from both neighbours.
Eating took place over about 4 or 5 [...]

I heard about this Improv Everywhere event that took place yesterday, but I don’t usually use the subway on the weekends. Check out the story and links in David Topper’s post in Torontoist:
February 24: We Can Dance If We Want To

For the first time since I adopted the Caster kids seven weeks ago, I caught Beano stealing a drink on camera.

Note the look of guilt (and the dribble): View Larger On Black

But wait, it gets better:

As seen last Monday in the frozen food section of the grocery store, taken with my cameraphone. Kinda reminds me of this photo I took while food shopping in Scranton. David was a big fan of the pun.
I’m feeling the effects of a food coma following a big meal at a Thai restaurant very late [...]

I’d be deader than a doornail right now. Beano’s shooting daggers at me.

Absolutely REFUSED to be injected tonight. Squirmed, tried to take off, wouldn’t let the needle go in at all. Finally, I had to give up. He went hiding in the cupboard.
I’m going to have to change my strategy: it’s time to try some [...]