Haven’t seen our ‘possums around here lately, and the slugs and snails are missing, too. Coincidence? Nah.
[Image found here.]
Haven’t seen our ‘possums around here lately, and the slugs and snails are missing, too. Coincidence? Nah.
[Image found here.]
That’s our juvy possum who comes around every night to clean up the catfood messes that the cats leave behind. Not counting the tail, he’s about a foot long, maybe about a year and a half old. Although they don’t see very well, after a few camera flashes this one was seeing nothing but red dots when he trundled off.
Small town crime: troublemakers in New Castle Pennsylvania 1930s – 1950s. Mug shots were rescued from the trash, and the blogger researched the stories from newpaper clippings.
Nice time-lapse video of the preparation of a space shuttle launch.
Interesting documentary on Michael Larson who in 1984 won over $110,000 in a single day on a game show by beating the system. Part 1 of 11 here.
What it’s REALLY like to work in a music store [found here].
11′-8″ is the critical dimension, and a bridgecam records canopeners.
“Baltimore Clap” is an odd animation. Might be disturbing for the young set.
Find out what woodworms sound like here.
Clever interactive video time waster (with NSFW/K language).
There’s a website for everything on the internest. This one is an archive of images of dead armadillos.
What kind of man reads Tacky Raccoons? Here’s one of ‘em.
Mickey Possum is omnivorous. Mickey Possum eats snails and slugs and cat detritus. Mickey Possum poops in your gutters. Mickey Possum has no shame. Mickey Possum has a sister named Sascha. Mickey Possum laughs at you behind your back. Mickey Possum has a good attitude.
Mickey Possum says, “Hi!”
[Found in here.]

[Image from here via GrowABrain.]
Folks–
I’ve been summoned for duty in the destitution and abject horror of the warzone known as the City of Cincinnati.
In my absence, I’ve put Marshal Finicky Penguin in charge of this website, to post and monitor your kind comments, until my glorious return on Sunday, 6 July 2008.
Marshal Penguin is a good guy, if not a little odd, but I ask that you treat him with the same lack of respect that you would treat me. He was kind enough to deputize me to blogsit his website recently (Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Soda).
Although I kinda sorta left his website in slight disarray, it was still intact when he returned, so I’m returning the favor with my fingers crossed. I’ve pre-posted a few things, and left him some draft posts to play with. I trust the Marshal as if he were my own ugly stepchild.
Here’s a very cool video via Arbroath to hold y’all through the transition. See y’all on the 6th. I’m outta here.
Bunk
P.S. Here are the keys, Marshal. Don’t lend ‘em out.


Juvy Possum is in error. Not my tree, and I’m not an elephant.
[Image via Miss Bunkessa Strutts, who happened to be in the right place at the right time with a camera.]