Thanksgiving Bonus Edition

Hopped up on pumpkin pie on Thursday eve, Nathan scaled tall living rooms in a single bound. Click on the picture above to make Nathan move.


World records were set, at close proximity to candles and booze.


Levitation was not beyond him.


As he headed for a sugar crash, though, Nathan began to resemble a Francis Bacon painting...


...Before he surrendered to the grip of a tryptophan trance.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Nathan has recently come to the conclusion that he is of Maine Coon stock, hence the sparkling disposition, Gund-like coat, and bushy raccoon tail. The Maine's typically water-resistant fur, meanwhile, may be one clue as to why exactly Nathan spends quite so much time in the bathroom. He'll even take a shower with you if so invited (photographic evidence censored).


Indeed, one should not dare to impinge upon Nathan's private bathroom time.


He gets a lot done in there -- tile installation, for instance...


...Voila.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

“Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.” —Andre Breton

“All we’re trying to do is destroy everything.” —John Lydon

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Less disturbing than Nathan's recent penchant for hogging and trashing the bathroom is the incontrovertible evidence that he is turning into a beaver.


"Where does it go?" he wonders during his daily ablutions. "Perhaps I can build a dam."


"I am vast. I contain multitudes. I built this chair with only some logs and my incisors."


"But in my dreams, I am once again a kitten."