Thursday, with Icons

[nightdog_barks]

Sunny and steamy. 88 degrees (31.1 Celsius), feels as if it's 97. Which is very true, because I was just out in the backyard refilling the spare feeder for the squirrels bigger birds. The burst of dove feathers was still there; Chango sniffed at them but took no further interest. Alarm went off at 4:30 so Mr. N could make his 7 a.m. flight to Miami -- I tossed and turned for a while and then fell into a long, complicated dream that ended with Wilson lying to a butcher behind a meat counter at a grocery store and thinking to himself that he was becoming just like House. And no, I have no idea what he was lying about. WTF, dream?

Was messing around with Photobucket yesterday and made a few icons -- they're under the cut if anyone would like one. I don't claim any of them are any good, but I thought I'd share. *g* Sources are referenced and all are work-safe. None are fandom-related.




This is something called an "Art Deco topper." It's a sidebar graphic from The Errant Aesthete.


Brooklyn Bridge in snow; photo by Michael Magill from The Errant Aesthete.


Also from The Errant Aesthete, the mouseover just says this is "Chez_Mondrian.sc."


This is from A Journey Round my Skull, which always has a lot of strange stuff.

And finally ...


Matisse's goldfish, swimming forever in a clear glass tankard. From a Google Search image, here.



So. Nothing else at the moment.

Comments

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

Or ... you know what I could do? Wilson has a series of crazy clinic patients, and the last one is NotAnthrax!Guy, from that old WIP.

Weirdest case for the last. And since the guy is a tabloid publisher, he could've written all that past life/9/11 stuff. *ponders*

[blackmare-9.livejournal.com]

Although I don't think he could've published the Israel conspiracy stuff.

I'm afraid my memory of that particular character is pretty hazy.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

:-)

He's here (http://nightdog-barks.livejournal.com/884527.html).