Anyway, yesterday I saw Alot in the yard, sunning himself on this random cement table-like thing in the garden. I call it table-like because it's small, in front of a bench, but has this weird circular cup in the center. Like I should put a potted plant in it. Only that would be stupid, because then when you sat at the table you'd have a face full of plant.
Oh my god! I know what to do! I need a small palm tree. Because then it would be a face palm!
Hey I'm laughing - and like they say, "laugh and the whole world laughs with you" - so laugh people! I command it!
Ahem, as I was saying... Alot on the table in the garden. But I had NO camera. This was the problem outlined in the previous post. But I am SO DETERMINED to be a wildlife photographer I grabbed my computer and tried to use the built in camera to take the picture.
Somebody is going to point out that I could have popped it into iphoto or picture viewer and flipped the photo around. Yeah, I know that NOW, where were you when I was carefully writing backwards!!
What was I talking about again? Oh yes, Alot. Not really visible in this photo. Note to Apple (© ™ ® and maybe §) - could you all make a zoom feature on your little camera thing? Or you know, send me another digital camera. One with video, cause that's really handy to have when you are at the Dead Sea. In fact, just send me another camera, the Canon PowerShot S90 would be very handy.
I was pondering the options when my husband came home with the camera. Ah! Success! And where the hell were you when I needed to photograph my mostly clean office?
Taking the camera, I began to stalk my prey.
David Attenborough clone, true story). In hiz natif habitats. Ay zee him. He not zee me.
Dis is difficult. De Dane he keeps laffing at my aczent. Ay tells him to zip it. Ay am a highly acomplished vildlife fotografer and he cannot even say veil correctly.
Ah no! He avakes!
I can only assume that the wildlife photographer was brutally maimed and died later of injuries sustained in the field, which is fine since a David Attenborough clone turned up later that day for additional filming. Or maybe it was the clone that maimed the photographer. Clones do that you know.
Or maybe the photo-shoot quickly dissolved into LOLcats.
I'm on yur pedestal. Feel free to wurship me.