Continuing our profiles of various nature photography models, here we have Fionnuala, a southern flying squirrel (Glaucomys volans) with crippling acrophobia. Because of this, she doesn’t actually fly and in fact has not ascended a tree beyond a meter in height this has made her very good at distracting cats and small children, as well as
[Note: I originally began this post years ago – I have no firm record of the first draft, but it was well before the author had passed away, and that occurred in March of 2015. It was also before I read several of the author’s later works, and while certainly entertaining and quite strong in their own rights, none of those
I know you’ve been sitting there wondering if I’m actually going to do a weekly topic this year, and I’ve been wondering that myself. I was thinking of featuring something from the film archives again, but with the system change I haven’t gotten the scanner working yet, so we’re skipping that idea for the time being. And I could always just keep going with the ‘On
Yes indeed, it’s time for the annual tag roundup, where we examine a collection of solitary and lonely tags to… uh… find out just how lame my humor is. I know you’ve been looking forward to it.
To explain for those who have, amazingly, never encountered this blog before: Tags are those little descriptors at the bottom of each post that help people find related
I was trying to put together an illustrating image for an upcoming post today, first pondering what I really wanted to portray, then hoping I would get the conditions needed for the shot once I settled on the composition, but this was not to be. I would have known that, had I checked my calendar, because today is National Fail To Produce a Necessary Illustration Day, a holiday that
First off, I apologize for anyone who’s ever seen this before, but not that much, because chances are you can watch it again without being bored. As internet popularity goes it’s a little old, but I doubt it received as much attention as some woman j’accusing a white cat (yes that’s a word.) I’m still not going to have a lot to post in the foreseeable future,
No, not christmas, though I am looking forward to that, because we have this tradition of reenacting giving birth in a rickety food trough full of hay while curious sheep keep nosing around, and it’s hilarious – it takes talent to adequately produce Joseph’s expression of being cuckolded by a deity. No, not winter season, because fuck that. No, not even the eventual
Okay, how about now?
Can you spot what I was photographing yesterday, as I was putting up the Halloween decorations (why I don’t know, because we’re not going to have trick-or-treaters this year I’m sure, which means the book stockpile isn’t going to go down either.) This one’s a little harder than the last one, so take your time.
Of course we’re going in closer.
If you’ve been checking out that sidebar for past posts, you knew this was coming: Thursday, October 15th, is National Grouch Day, an honest-injun American holiday that, if we’re being faithful, we can’t really celebrate,
Another holiday falls upon us today, but don’t ask me how to celebrate it because I’m not exactly sure. Regardless, today is Skunk Ape Day, and if I had, like, more than three readers, I could hazard that a percentage is wondering what a skunk ape is, while those that know are wondering why I would even announce this holiday. There’s a story here, and though storytime