Bull-dazzled

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“Please share this…thing…with the world!!”

– Smimming Rox (@asgardianmead61 on Twitter).

Consider it done.

P.S. My new computer game came out yesterday! It’s called Cat President: A More Purrfect Union, and it’s a romantic visual novel about a teen girl who accidentally becomes campaign manager for one of the six major Presidential candidates (and they’re all cats) (very handsome cats). It’s the feline-good game of the summer!!

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Repurposed Crab Bits

Next week we start the big move. …Again.

Long-time readers may remember that last summer, we loaded up two cars with me, my wife, our two rabbits, our turtle, my parents-in-law, and enough house plants to stock the rain-forest part of a mid-sized zoo, and drove 2,500 miles from Ohio to California. This move’s going to be different. This time, we’re moving 3,000 miles.

I’ll be gone for the next few weeks, as I down-vote people’s Yik-Yaks all across this great country drive, so I wanted to leave you with something good. One last dose of California weirdness (except for all the pictures I have saved that I haven’t shared yet). I now present to you:

Little statues made out of dead crab bits.

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Goodbye, California… 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 
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Sealed With a Something

Today’s post was sent in by my friend Esther (of “Done Got Caught” fame), and–

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OH COOL, IT’S A PILE OF DEAD STUFF.

I think it’s supposed to be a family of seals, and I guess it sort of looks like that. It also looks like A PILE OF DEAD STUFF. Is it art? It’s art, right? I can just picture it:

“HEY BILL, WANNA DO SOME ART?” “WHAT KIND OF ART, BOB?” “WELL, I GOT THIS DEAD RAT…” “HAVE YOU CONSIDERED CHOPPING IT UP BILL?” “OF COURSE BOB, THAT’S THE FIRST THING I DID. HEY, LET ME SEE THAT ROCK…” <five minutes later> “HI, IS THIS THE MUSEUM? I’D LIKE SOME MONEY PLEASE.”

(I actually imagine this is how most art happens. I’ve been to museums before; you can’t fool me.)