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

Jose, the Latin American gunner

Mehrdad, a Persian flyer

more…

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:

I’m sorry to say I have been rather preoccupied lately with issues of livelihood, to the point where it’s completely cut into my Fun Time spent taking photographs and writing stories and exploring new territories. I know, even the cats are perturbed about this situation since they’re missing out on cuddles. Must rectify, yes, and hopefully make a speedy return to our regularly-scheduled program of a balanced life.

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 hours, the games went all afternoon. Then a bunch stayed for dinner — I cooked curries and we had some leftovers from the brunch. Eating went from 11:00am to after 9:30pm, when the last of the guests went home!

Good times, good times…

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:

more…

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 in the evening. Alas, no photos (I was feeling rather self-conscious taking out the DSLR in a small place) so I’m posting this one from earlier this week.

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 smaller gauge needles. Wish me luck!