This post is here to take up space

Man, that drunk post last night was a doozy. I'm going to post some pictures now so it isn't the first thing people see when they wander in here. You know, because I'm expecting a rush from Alex Rodriguez crotch admirers.

First off, you may know him as the Grammar.police, but here in Austin we just called him KC, I mean, Big Chief, I mean, Cappseus, I mean, Kevin called him doucheback a lot, I mean, and cheesedick, I mean, Kriston. Having survived one bout with cancer, Kriston likes to give God the middle finger while he's smoking a cigarette. Anyways, here he is, freshly post-cig, on the steps of my house, The Red House, which isn't just a clever name.



Next we have some ivy in front of said house.



And finally, the newest member of the Red House, Wreck the Dog, current rogue of the Friendster circuit, charming and sliming all the ladies he can get his paws on.



Aw, hell, I'll throw in one more, just to make sure no one on dial-up can load this page, and to give cats equal representation. The big, black abstract form is our adopted stray, Galactus, destroyer of worlds, whiny when he's hungry, which is often.