red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City

[freckles_and_doubt]

General joy, as the geeks in the IT department have apparently managed to wrestle to the ground the malware Godzilla which slowed our bandwidth to a dodgy and intermittent crawl over the last week. (500 zombie spambot computers infected. Darned student unsafe data transfer muttermutter. And this the country of AIDs awareness). The posing of geeks with one foot on the recumbent trojan corpse does mean I can post photos. Herewith the one I wanted to post on Monday, yet another in the series of Unreasonably Beautiful Dawns. Now with added lowering clouds, fiery skies and, what was it? "portentuous effulgence".

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Disclaimer: probably not as good as the one you obligingly imagined.

Comments

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't risk the moles, myself, have you seen the teeth on those things? Come and camp in the guest room instead, it only takes about fifteen tries to eject Todal from the bed...

[egadfly.livejournal.com]

That sounds considerably more comfortable! Though it is faintly terrifying that you've suggested those moles are worse than a creature called Todal. Your readers who aren't sufficiently familiar with the fine works of James Thurber may have forgotten that the original Todal:
looks like a blob of glup
makes a sound like rabbits screaming and smells of old unopened rooms
is made of lip and moves about like monkeys and like shadows
can't be killed
and is an agent of the Devil, sent to punish evildoers for having done less evil than they should

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

ah, that's our Todal, that is... Except she only looks like a blob of glup when she's retracted her legs to puddle in front of the heater, and she mostly smells of cat. Full of lip, though.