Through the greater Boston area with gun and camera
Seen at the Italian restaurant where kestrell and alexx_kay and I celebrated Kes's birthday. Princess Leia is alert beside her favorite glass pumpkin.
Whatever you say, determined unicorn:
Back in Cambridge, Trevor the Turkey turns his back on his paparazzi and stalks grumpily down Mt. Auburn Street. People around me shouted, "Call 911!" but I didn't think it was necessary; he just wanders in whenever he feels like it, and everyone just plain has to drive around him. Even idiot students seem to respect the turkey.
One of my bosses is turning thirty in a week, and I got everybody to club their money and buy him a new walking stick to replace the old one. It is glorious:
It has a compass in the top:
As to my other work at the Schmutter Barn, I promised you a photo of THE COMPRESSAAAAHHH, and here it is. It can compress massive oodles of old clothes into a cube about the size of a refrigerator. It is fearsome. I'll get a better picture later, showing the compression chamber, but for now: