it’s the lower lip. and the eyes. or maybe… the morning suit?

(what is a morning suit, anyway? my first husband wore one at our wedding, as did the various and sundry groomsmen and ushers. i still don’t know what it is, though.)

update: james informs me that wikipedia is a font of knowledge on the morning suit. and so it is. well, “morning dress,” anyway. hint: it has to do with ascot, apparently.

at the risk of totally blowing any remaining angry goth cred i may still have, i’m posting this video. it was kindly sent to me by jks, who celebrated his *koff* forty-second *koff* birthday last friday.

isn’t he a peach? (ojo: the video is less annoying with the sound turned off)

ahh, the snuffster.

so i’m reading the bbc. i come across this article on the new direction a small polish town has taken with their traditional handmade lace. the article doesn’t have a link to the town or the company, but a quick google search locates it. (later i noticed the link was on the sidebar, not in the article itself.

i don’t know what i think looks better — the lingerie, or the cute polish models wearing it (or maybe i’m just intrigued by the unlikely industrial-esque setting). but i can’t help but wonder if it’s scratchy…

it’s nice to see that chuck ts are back in style.

porter sits on the arm of the empire sofa, watching closely as snuffy plays with his new toys. snuffy grabs a beanbag pig, and shakes it violently. then, butt up in the air and ears flopping, he brings it over to porter.

snuffy: “wanna play? hunh? hunh? play?” *shakes the toy*
porter: “such odd behavior… where did this thing come from?”

porter moves to a box in the middle of the living room. snuffy, still eager to play, runs madly around the box, pausing every now and then to make sure the cat is watching him. he huffs and snuffs at the cat.

porter: “it’s licking the floor. better it should lick its butt. it’s smelly.”
snuffy: “no play… i’ll just chew on your box.”

he gnaws on the cardboard corner. the cat leans over the edge, slowly dangles a declawed paw down…

*wap!* *wap!* *wap!wap!wap!wap!*

i don’t think snuffy even notices. porter, satisfied with having made his point, moves back to the middle of the box and starts washing his face.

just another day in the menagerie.