While you were abusing her for the horrible horrible dent in your car that a 25kg dog inflicted upon it, another car ran over the dog. He might have survived just you hitting him, but now he’s had to be… Read More ›
pets
Saturday Stuff.
What I’m reading: Canada’s Chronicle Herald reports that Jenny Dionne paid a cover charge at her regular bar the Dome, had one drink, then nipped out for a smoke. She was refused re-entry under the “No Fat Chicks” rule. Trendwatching.com… Read More ›
Three, four, five, look at him jive
The simplest ideas, eh? A chap, Juergen, got to wondering what his cat, Mr Lee, got up to all day. So he rigged up a collar-cam and sent him off. The result? Strangely enthralling shots of a day in the… Read More ›
Return of the Friday Furry (with bonus ad hoc hoyden!)
I believe some of you have been suffering withdrawals (that’s my excuse to justify how I’ve been missing playing around with my image collection anyway). Stabled (1990) William Wegman Wegman is the Weimaraner photographer, who’s taken umpty-zillion shots of his… Read More ›
Grieving again
The fabulous picture above was done by Olduvai George a few years ago, portraying Chris Clarke and his dog Zeke in the Pleistocene Death Valley. (hat-tip, Blogger on the Cast Iron Balcony) A few days ago I found out through… Read More ›
Back, jetlagged
Arrived 6:25 yesterday (Monday) am from Heathrow after spending a few days in the old haunts around Wales (one afternoon with our neighbours and I had the lilt back again). Slept midmorning 1:30pm, out for lunch at the beach with… Read More ›
Belated Friday Furry: a confusion of cuteness
Original caption: Fudge the cat says “so which are my kittens!” originally uploaded here
Friday Furry: disapproving bunnies
Cinnamon disapproves of what you’re doing on the Internet. Originally uploaded at Disapproving Rabbits! by Birdchick
Ugly
That’s the only word for some of the recent spats in what were previously some of my favourite corners of cyberspace. First there were the feminister-than-thou wars about lipstick and marriage (see Pandagon and Feministe), then there were the pseudonymity… Read More ›
Blogiversary! that means food, flowers, feminism and of course, catblogging
Yes, it was a year ago today that the brave ship tigtogblog first set sail! Looking back on ye auld archives, I am struck by my neglect of food and garden stuff recently. V.slack and shame-making.
Food: Truffles (thanks to ABC radio and some chaps in Tasmania who are going to make an absolute bomb now they’re getting in a good harvest – they’ll be able to send fresh “black gold” to Europe out of season). They discussed how to use truffles in cooking, and it all sounded v. finicky – grating slivers on to this and that, and needing something creamy or oily as a base to bring out the truffle flavour and spread it around. Sounds fatmaking, thought I.
But then they mentioned truffle oil.
Hoyden About Town 