Monday, August 13, 2012
About a month ago, I learned about a new site called Fiverr. It's a neat concept where people can sell services that all cost $5. Some of them are serious professional services and some are just for fun.
Last month, I commissioned a guy to sing happy birthday to Brian wearing a the union-jack. It was perfect! We all got a good laugh.
Here it is:
Not bad, right? Where else can you find someone to sing happy birthday in a strong British-accent wearing a union-jack thong and a hat?
Riding on the high from my last purchase, I decided to try some other services. I found this seller selling "high-end caricatures" for your avatar. Get that? HIGH-END. After seeing the examples, I was extremely excited to get this done
Here is the ad:
So, after paying for it, I am supposed to send a picture of me over. So of course I found a picture that makes me look the youngest and sent it on over. Here is what I sent:
Handsome devil, right?
It takes time to draw something as beautiful as the examples the seller gave. I have seen artists on the street creating these while people waited, but the artistry, the shading, the airbrush finish... I knew this would take some time.
I couldn't wait to see what kind of zany character I would end up.
The suspense was killing me.
FINALLY, after four days of waiting my prize had arrived.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK is this? I have lodged a formal complaint, but I suppose I got what I paid for.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
When I went skiing last weekend, I had to bring back the litter box. I couldn't leave them for four days without being able to clean the tray daily. I will resume the training after Pajama-Jam, as I will definitely need the potty upstairs.
In the future, I will be sure to start this process when I am sure I will be in town for the first six weeks.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
|Jacob, scowling at Noah after pooping.|
After work, a distressed Noah was howling and aggitated, clearly needing to poo. I scrambled to put the insert back in, to close the hole, but I was too late. Poor Noah lost his tootsie-rolls without even squatting. It was at least a 16oz batch, this cat was holding it in. :(
Well, perhaps I forced them too soon. I will give it another week and try the hole again.