None More Black Cafe

Venice, by R. Callegaro

Catblogger. He makes a lot of sense. I feel that way a lot.

Nursing a very premature hippo baby through its critical weeks.

Here's Fiona after she's gotten through her most difficult days -- and being introduced to the pool.

A big test: Introducing Fiona to her parents after she's been away from them and hand-raised by humans for weeks, missing out on the normal bonding period between parent and calf.

Dog does not like Pennywise the Clown.

I will teabag you, p*ssy.

Yorkie WWF.

Bouncy baby goat.

Not the hero we deserve, but the hero we need.

Hollywood v. Reality.

Instagram vs. Reality.

Cute: a beagle who just gave birth to a litter is rescued from a warehouse breeding situation. A hundred pound pit bull plays nanny to the puppies while the mom recovers.

I figure this prank gets played in coroner's offices ten times a year. I would assume that all dead bodies are actually alive bodies until I've run the bone saw over their ribs for a few minutes.

Interesting video: A guy paints a room entirely in Musou Black paint, a Japanese paint which, it is claimed, absorbs 94-98+% of all light. So it's not just black, it's dark as the pits of hell. It eats light.

This is a dark room, man.

Other people are now painting their cars in Mosou black.

This Porsche, for example:

Obligatory mention of Hotblack Desiato's stunt ship:

Zaphod's attention however was elsewhere. His attention was riveted on the ship standing next to Hotblack Desiato's limo. His mouths hung open.

"That," he said, "that ... is really bad for the eyes ..."

Ford looked. He too stood astonished.

It was a ship of classic, simple design, like a flattened salmon, twenty yards long, very clean, very sleek. There was just one remarkable thing about it.

"It's so ... black!" said Ford Prefect, "you can hardly make out its shape ... light just seems to fall into it!"

Zaphod said nothing. He had simply fallen in love.

The blackness of it was so extreme that it was almost impossible to tell how close you were standing to it.

"Your eyes just slide of f it ..." said Ford in wonder. It was an emotional moment. He bit his lip.

Zaphod moved forward to it, slowly, like a man possessed - or more accurately like a man who wanted to possess. His hand reached out to stroke it. His hand stopped. His hand reached out to stroke it again. His hand stopped again.

"Come and feel the surface," he said in a hushed voice.

Ford put his hand out to feel it. His hand stopped.

"You ... you can't ..." he said.

"See?" said Zaphod, "it's just totally frictionless. This must be one mother of a mover ..."

He turned to look at Ford seriously. At least, one of his heads did - the other stayed gazing in awe at the ship.

"What do you reckon, Ford?" he said.

"You mean ... er ..." Ford looked over his shoulder. "You mean stroll off with it? You think we should?"

"No."

"Nor do I."

"But we're going to, aren't we?"

"How can we not?"

It ends badly.

posted by Ace at 07:21 PM

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