Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. As much as I hate to get rid of the journal entry with the most comments I have ever seen, it's time for a birthday picture update.
Dogslife took me to see the pearls at the Royal Ontario Musem (ROM), 'cept they kept the lights very low, so as to discourage picture taking. They pretty much discouraged reading as well, which I witnessed several times as stupid people decided to guess what the difference between imitation, cultured and natural pearls was.
While in the pearl section, I had a strange experience, looking at a portrait of an Indian man (dot, not feather) from the 1800s similar to this one, I felt I was looking at an artist's rendition of Dogslife. Same eyes, same eyebrows, same lips. The nose was a bit more pointed, but you can see the resemblance. Weird.
The Royal Ontario Museum's totem pole. Some architect from warmer climates wanted to have this thing OUTSIDE after the remodelling. Smart.
Victorian decor!
Funny guns!
Pause.
Me lookin' pretty at the ROM.
Continue.
On to the animals, where Dogslife keeps me entertained with funny voices.
Hello, my name is Hector. I will be your guide. I would pour you drinks, but I only have hooves.
This is my assistant Alphonse.
A wolf and bunny. Together! They're friends!
Puffer fish.
Owl.
Baby birds!
Albatros!
MOOOOOOOOSE!!!
Ginny: So, Dogslife, all these animals died of natural causes, right?
Dogslife: Right.
Ginny: Oh good. *phew*
Dogslife: It's only natural to die when lead is ripping through your flesh.
Later, after much counselling, Dogslife bought me a birthday cake. I got to choose whatever I wanted.
I chose GARLIC. We were going to put candles in, but then realized they would melt in the hot cheese. Delicious.
Dogslife took me to see the pearls at the Royal Ontario Musem (ROM), 'cept they kept the lights very low, so as to discourage picture taking. They pretty much discouraged reading as well, which I witnessed several times as stupid people decided to guess what the difference between imitation, cultured and natural pearls was.
While in the pearl section, I had a strange experience, looking at a portrait of an Indian man (dot, not feather) from the 1800s similar to this one, I felt I was looking at an artist's rendition of Dogslife. Same eyes, same eyebrows, same lips. The nose was a bit more pointed, but you can see the resemblance. Weird.
The Royal Ontario Museum's totem pole. Some architect from warmer climates wanted to have this thing OUTSIDE after the remodelling. Smart.
Victorian decor!
Funny guns!
Pause.
Me lookin' pretty at the ROM.
Continue.
On to the animals, where Dogslife keeps me entertained with funny voices.
Hello, my name is Hector. I will be your guide. I would pour you drinks, but I only have hooves.
This is my assistant Alphonse.
A wolf and bunny. Together! They're friends!
Puffer fish.
Owl.
Baby birds!
Albatros!
MOOOOOOOOSE!!!
Ginny: So, Dogslife, all these animals died of natural causes, right?
Dogslife: Right.
Ginny: Oh good. *phew*
Dogslife: It's only natural to die when lead is ripping through your flesh.
Later, after much counselling, Dogslife bought me a birthday cake. I got to choose whatever I wanted.
I chose GARLIC. We were going to put candles in, but then realized they would melt in the hot cheese. Delicious.
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perdy:
hee hee there is someone else in the world called Ginny (thats why I couldn't have it as a name), I've never met one before....not a real one anyway......i have however met a Ginny hamster and a Ginny horse........is nice to meet you 
the_mad_monk:
good for you!!! Damn the man!!!