An oldie but a goodie:

• Mimoe — Black. Female. The oldest of the herd.
• Hagen–Brown. Male
• Florence–White with spots. Female. Mother of the litter
• Jimmy–Brownish with whiskery sidetufts
• the brown one
• the other brown one
• the grey one
• the light grey one
• reebear — white with spots, named because he first looked like a ree, and then later like a bear.

24 Hour Toons

Hey Everyone! I’m pleased to announce the next round of 24 Hour Toons
will take place on Sat, Aug 1st at the stroke of midnight (the midnight
between Friday and Saturday). The theme is still a mystery and will be
posted up then. We have high hopes for this round and can’t wait! We
hope to have a very great and inspiring turn out. I think this could be
our best group of films yet. So tell your friends, mark your calendars
and get ready to have some fun and laughs.

Ron is like a brother to me, so I was honored to be asked to housesit for him while he and his wife are away for the week.

It’s not so much the flat that needs looking after, but rather the sprawling megalopolis that is called Rabbit Skywalk, home to 9 rabbits. 6 of those, thanks to the ramps of the skywalk, have the run of the entire flat.

It’s pretty cool. And although I don’t really have time for this crap, stay tuned; I’ll try to write about it or at least share some photos during this next week.

Early Thursday morning Julie started her long voyage, first to Paris and then a long flight to La Réunion, where she will finally begin her brilliant career as a university prof.

Réunion is an island east of Madagascar. It is an outer department of France, and is geographically the extreme edge of the EU. The population is over 800 thousand, and the island is roughly 2500 km2. It has been a part of France since 1649, older than our own republic, the States.

Julie was a precocious child, who had a book published at the age of 11. She was a gifted student and achieved the highly coveted agrégation. As a highschool teacher, she cared passionately about her lessons and the progress of her kids. Last year, she completed her doctoral thesis on Nieztsche. Her doctor mentor was none other than the most prominent Nieztsche scholar in the country. I was a witness to her defense in Paris last winter, and I’ll never forget how those in the audience practically leapt out of their seats as she faced her jury and paried their objections as if they were slow motion flies.

She’s now in a place that could be described as a paradise, where winter doesn’t exist. It’s also a place with a fair share of poverty, and I don’t think you can drink the tapwater. She’s facing all the challenges one normally faces when starting a new job in a new place, but she’ll be going completely alone.

I think she’s going to be fine, but even the pro ballers love a good crowd cheering them on. If you’d like to send her a little message to let her know that we are thinking of her, this is her email: juliedumonteil, then the “at” symbol. Yahoo.com.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love animals.  But many animals do kill other animals.  We human animals (sorry Dad, we are animals) can kill any animal.  But we also can make choices.

After the non-news story of our president killing a fly, I was pretty annoyed at the resulting sub-non-news story where Peta was made to look stupid.

Peta is an organisation–my parents can attest to–I took an interest to mid-college (around that time all the interesting girls decide that they are really lesbians, or so I’ve read).  Though I’m not a card carrier (I eat meat, for one) I respect their point of view and it is some way applicable to many other issues one faces.

So I was pretty annoyed, after they were baited into saying something about the Obama fly thing that after what they said was pretty lukewarm and non-shrill, they were still treated to such a mob lambasting.

That said, I know a really good way to take out houseflies.  It works almost every time, but you really have to want it because it is kind of gross too.

The fly (call it the target) must be on a flat surface, parallel to the ground otherwise it might not work.

1. With your body centered on the fly, hold open hands slightly less than shoulder width on either side of fly (see the magnificent 7).  Hands are about 4 inches above the surface the fly is on.  Make sure there are no empty bottles or Hummel figurines in the way.  This is the hardest part.
2. Clap your hands together quickly.  Pretty quick.  If you are super quick you might be too quick.  If you try to be quick but not too quick, you are too slow.  So just do it regular quick.  Clap those hands.
3. Be astounded by the squashed fly in your hands.  Or throw the live fly out the window and shut it quick–super quick.

How does it work?  Some kind of vacuum?   No, stupid.  When the fly sees your hands closing in–they have remarkable reflexes–they take right off.  But they take off not like planes, but like helicopters:  up.  They fly right into the trap.  And get squashed.

It’s kind of gross: you get squashed fly on you so you need to wash up.  But your fly is dead so it is a pretty damn fair trade, eh?

Me being all faggy not-anti-peta and all, I don’t really enjoy killing the little bugs, even the tiniest ones, when not necessary.  So this presents the next challenge, fanboy.

A Real jedi knight can just clap his cupped hands and release the critter — then shut the damn window!

This of course is much much more challenging, but Yoda could do it like in his sleep.

On Guru.com, I’m currently the top ranked illustrator.  Hail to the king, baby.
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Still from an ad for a lobster delivery service

Stupid Facebook is killing my blog.  I can’t manage to make posts to both.  What to do, what to do?

The Whistling Island | Atlas Obscura

They could communicate from miles apart by whistling.  A language of several thousand words.  I love this website.