My posts have been full of gloom and grump of late, so I wanted to make a post of airy lightness and fluffy skunks. And then my network card belly-uped, so I can no longer access the Internet on the computer upstairs, Hobkin sicked up his lunch, and HP still hasn’t shipped back my laptop.
*gurgle* Calmblueocean. Calmblueocean!
I could really use some humor. Fortunately, my flist/reading list is chock full of excellent writers, Hobkin, though ill is still undeniably cute, and the AP occasionally throws me a bone.
The bone(r): Dick Cheney Shoots Fellow Hunter. Yup. Our country’s esteemed VP went quail shooting and shot a lawyer. Nope, it’s not an Onion article. This is legit.
Okay, that giggle fix was unmitigated schadenfreude. Bad me. (*snerk*) For something completely different (and wholesome), skunk pictures:
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“Nyahhh!”
This is the sight that often greets me when I wake up in the morning.
And finally, patricia_kirby is a talented writer (with whom I’m sharing a ToC in Modern Magic). She provides a very helpful (and hilarious) primer on the nature of horses in fiction (heroic fantasy writers especially, take note): Horses For Dummies and Writers (. . . And Editors).
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And as a continuation of this positive post (brought to you by the letter “G” and the number Pi), I discovered that Jason Sizemore nominated “Oranges, Lemons, and Thou Beside Me” for the Southeast Science Fiction Awards (SESFA) 2005 Best Short Fiction category.
Squee!!
Okay, back to my regularly scheduled grousing . . .
Humor
Here ya go!
Re: Humor
Nice skunk!
“Nice” not so much, but bratty and mischievous, as well as cute and endearing, totally.
Congratulations!
Thank you!
awwwwwwww!! *overcome by the cuteness of skunk tongue*
so… how often do you sneak a skunk or two into your writing? 😉
“how often do you sneak a skunk or two into your writing?“
Undoubtedly far more often than I ought to! To date, Hobkin’s been the direction inspiration for around half a dozen stories, and the indirect cause of quite a few more. The fuzzwit’s got character!
ooh! Did somebody say “Eugie’s Skunk Tails” anthology?!?!?! 🙂
Why do I have a feeling that would be a hard sell to a publisher?
Good luck with the nomination for your story. And thanks for the reference to the Cheney fiasco. How could it have been an accident if the man walked up behind him?? Now what does our “esteemed” VP have against the Texas head of funeral parlors?
I dunno, maybe Cheney got confused and thought he was hunting sharks instead of quail?
Ooh – thanks for the horse primer link. I managed to avoid most of those, but I’ll need to fix at least one bit in my novel-in-progress. D’oh!
Yer quite welcome, but the thanks should all go to Pat for penning such a masterpiece in the first place!
Lazy skunk! We moved ours into the other room, they should get more sunlight and such now.
Isn’t “lazy skunk” redundant?
You haven’t met as many skunks as I have. My Maggie is constantly moving, pacing, running, eating, exploring. If she’s asleep, all it takes is me walking near them to wake her up. Siobhana at least waits til she hears food before she comes out.
Eek! Hobkin runs the both of us ragged, and he’s a slothful fuzzbump. My brain spins around fizzing and popping at the thought of what our life would be like if he was as active as your Maggie.
Hobkin looks positively flattened in that first picture. Like a big pile of skunk pancakes.
Smushed is a natural state for skunk-kind. Or maybe Hobkin’s hoping someone will pour a pitcher of syrup over him? Skunk pancakes . . . mmm, fuzzy.
LOL! You got skunk raspberried! ;P
It was inevitable. Hobkin is greatly unimpressed by picture-taking.
Skunky nose, skunky rug, skunky tongue.
Crappy Monday, but all better after skunk-ta-cular pics.
Pat Kirby
Skunk therapy. Almost wish I could bottle it. Except after the “bonsai kitten” hoax, I don’t wanna give anyone any ideas. Hope your Tuesday is turning out better than your Monday!
Calm blue ocean.
Click on ‘humor’ or ‘funny’.
*snerk* Thankee kindly.
You know, I hadn’t thought about the incident in terms of Dick doing us a favor. If you’re gonna shoot someone, it really should be a lawyer.
Cheer up! It could be your ass somebody is picking pellets from.
Always a silver lining. Although it wasn’t Mr. Lawyer’s “ass” per se that Cheney hit . . .
Hobkin is quite possibly THE cutest thing on the planet. The first shot looks like you poured him onto your floor…
Cuteness!!!
Thanks! And having a partially-liquid skeletal structure would indeed explain some of the contortions Hobkin puts himself into . . .
So Dick sprayed a lawyer…with pellets.
LMAO!!!
I feel sorry for the lawyer, and Dick probably feels like crap over it, but…
LMAO!!!
Why do I get this feeling that jibJab’s preparing a cartoon over this as we speak?
And Hobkin has personality to spare. He could be a movie star.
“And Hobkin has personality to spare. He could be a movie star.“
Well, he’s been immortalized in my fiction (several times). I don’t think he much cares about fame . . .
hey. found you through cassiphone. looking for other writers out there. heard about the 100 words a day thing. i post the same content on LJ and Blogger. sounds like you’re setting up your blog similarly to how i’ve been doing it (www.thewritinglife2.blogspot.com has an easily accessible description on the left hand side). i have trouble reading your page on my browser (same with drunken_boatman) so if i add you to my friends page i can read it better. seems like might enjoy reading your posts regularly…
~K
Hi and welcome to the party!
Hobkin’s also fond of jabbing that cute-but-cold nose in my ear. There’s nothing quite like being woken up by a skunk nose . . .