Ok, new category - “link fancied” - just my way of adding a link hereabout when I have nothing else to add myself. Today:
War is Boring.
A comic on Flickr. The title says it all.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
“How the hormones work nobody knows, but it is possible that they change the consistency of the mucus on the cervix, or even that they alter the acidity of the vagina. Putting baking soda in the vagina of a rabbit was proved to affect the sex ratio of its babies as early as 1932.”
Matt Ridley [...]
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I have it on record that Hamster is in Heaven doing heavenly hamsterly things. It’s good to believe.
Victory comes.
To those.
Who.
Take their.
T i m e .
Bunny vaguelly copied from bunny suicides, egg stolen from the Easter Bunny. Happy Spring everybody. Here it just began to snow.
The sun waits for no man, nor god. The equinox is here.
And I can confirm that my operation has been quite a success - I can see sharp as the Sun. Although my iris is a bit darker, with a hint more grey. And I’m not Simpson-Yellow.
New Hamster died this weekend. His coffin is ready and he will be buried beneath the middling big tree in the Office Yard. May his seed store never empty in his afterlife. Om.
Edit: Added photos of the coffin and the grave. 17.03.08 - 12:57
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It’s very nearly that time again, when the death of God or His Son or His Incarnation or Avatar is narrowly averted or reverted, thanks to a timely resurrection. And here, to start of the Festive and Feastive Season … a look to Hamster Jesus’ Adventures from last year.
And so on. Suggestions for the 2008 [...]
Lo, behold … the seven lolling, waggerel tongues. Teh end is night! I mean nigh. Nigh, nigh, nigh! We are the Lollipops of nigh, I say. For how could the end not be nigh, when the Years of the Bush draw to a close with a burning and a swirling in the Holy Land?
Following my operation, sight is slowly returning. Actually, I can already see better than before, but I can’t see with glasses anymore. So for now I’m in an almost-sighted-limbo. I suppose I’ll keep seeing strange things, like women’s faces on dogs’ bodies and vice versa, but that’s apparently a side effect of the pain killers. [...]