Note to self: low light + autofocus + fast lens = bad focus.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Mission Log: Day 6
Twice now I have deployed additional blasts of weapons-grade pooponium after one of the large things has opened the containment unit, and still to no avail. They just declare "uh-oh, poopies" and punish me by removing it with cold "wipes". But I won't talk. Even if they keep this up, I won't talk for months. Through trial-and-error I have discovered the one they call "daddy" does not produce any nutritive fluids. Having sampled all ten of his fingers, and launched a surprise attack on his useless nipple, I have concluded that only the one called "mommy" serves this useful purpose. However, daddy's fingers do seem somewhat soothing when nibbled for extended periods of time. I must make further inquires along this line.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Attention Comrades, Redux
A better version of the Rodchenko / Stepanova "Books" announcement for Nadja.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Mission Log: Day 4
Fourth day here on this planet called earth. The large ones continue to babble incoherently at me. Perhaps their intelligence is primitive. They poke and prod me all day, but I cleverly thwart their plans by feigning sleep or releasing the poison gas that is our natural defense. Unfortunately, they seem immune. However, the one they call "mom" produces a stream of nutritive fluid. I must investigate further.
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