In the Darkroom

OBST here to talk some SRS BSNS. This is about photo-graphy (and our ma ape's deficiencies.) You see, she is not a talented or learn-ed photo-grapher. The Other Ape is learn-ed and learn-ing (and has a fancy camera) and found a review of my FAVORITE KIND OF BOOK, a picture/photobook called In Almost Every Picture #9.

The book is about a family's photographs of their dog who happens to have black fur WHICH IS THE MOST AWESOME KIND OT HAVE but that makes him appear to the camera as a DARK BLOB.

Ma ape has a better camera but a similar problem with the blobitude!

My sissy has facial features--including a mouth she uses for BITING AND NAGGING me!--but you can't tell from this photo. You can make out an eye and a wubba floating around a DARK BLOB! It gets worse because our ma ape doesn't know nothin' about using light:

Note how the corgi's features, even though he's ITTY BITTY in BODY and BRAIN and even though he's far in the background, are perfectly clear! We sheppys? BLOBS! Blobs with barely perceptible eyes.

Edgrr snuggles with a BLOB.

I suppose this partly explains why black dogs EVEN DEVASTATINGLY HANDSOME ONES LIKE ME have a hard time getting adopterated. We are dark, brooding, mysterious. Even though I have a wonderfully expressive face my ma ape can READ LIKE A BOOK (especially when I've been naughty and my face reads GUILT! or when my brudder gets attention and my face reads JELLY!) and my sissy has a big ole smile, we're inscrutable.

But we did find an exception to this BLOB rule:

Somehow, Wally's face was perfect for bouncing off the lights! (And blogger DOES NOT want to shrink this photo!).

We must learn to capture some of the Wally PHOTOMOJO so that we do not look like Otis, Edgrr and their FLOATING BLOBS OF DOOM!

RAN-DAYYYYYYY!

Every Sunday is Randay cuz my friend Randi gets to do whatever she wants. She got to try WALLYMELON and then LOOK WHAT SHE DID! This is the greatest edible work of art EVER made:



I am humbled.

The Times That Try a Dog's Soul

I just heard some horrible, horrible news that has devastated all my hopes and dreams for summertime TV watching.

Posh Spice has pulled out of reality show. Look how sad I am.

I'm so sad it has turned my world temporarily black and white. Even my polka dot collar is now mealy greys.

Even my sissy hangs her head in sadness. Now we will have to stick to reading the new Don DeLillo novel and watching re-runs of Barking Mad.

But what is this I hear....what has returned color to my world?

The rumors are false! The show will go on! And the Spice girls are reuniting to cut a tune together (sort of). Whew! I can avoid culture after all!