Among the cowardly denizens of Gotham City’s criminal underworld, he has many names. The Bat. The Dark Knight. Mister Punchy. But to himself he is only darkness, a formless shadow against a starless sky in the darkest hour of the blackest night, perched high above streets overrun with crime and terror and double parking, awaiting only the sign that he is needed. And soon it comes. It always comes. And so he goes.
All this needs is toy cars, yellow taxis, and buses hustling around below.
Trying to impress his Catwoman!
Hmmm….”I hope to god that’s Batman” fish in bathtub pic or “Stop touching me! I am the night!” tiny bat pic…decisions, decisions.
So we had a holiday breakfast party for my department this morning and I just got back to my desk expecting some cute in my email…nuthin’… Apparently Gmail decided sometime yesterday that anything from here should go in my “Promotions” tab instead of my primary inbox tab. Grr.
Interesting you should say that, Allein. I subscribe to “Daily words” from dictionary.com and today that email was in Promotions instead of my Primary tab.
Love the tiny bat pic. I was looking at it yesterday, following the “you might also enjoy” links.
I’ve posted both of them recently (the bat was just in the last day or two), so..
My A.Word.A.Day email was in there also.
BTW, if you drag it from Promotions to Primary, it should teach it that you want stuff from that address to go there in the future. (At least it used to.)
Check out the “Most Wanted” pic’s on the wall.
Is that mistletoe over the door?
And I wonder who knocked over the trash can…
Yes.
And I think we all know who knocked over the trash can. Obviously, the dog did it. 😉 😀
Awwww. Someone loves Mister Punchy and handmade that awesome cat tree for him. Go Gotham dude.
Gotham is looking a little, erm… wobbly!