So, I just opened a package and I may have squealed a tiny bit and then Victor was like “NO MORE TAXIDERMY” and it was unsettling because HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW THAT? Apparently my “I’ve-got-taxidermy-mail” squeal is very obvious. Or perhaps he was just playing the odds. Regardless, he was right and he came into the room to tell me to stop with all the weird taxidermy because all those eyes on him were making him paranoid. Personally, I think that’s more his problem and he needs to sort out his emotional baggage and not bring it into our house. He says the same thing, but about my weird taxidermy.
But this one was harder to say no to because LOOK AT HER:
And Victor agreed that she was hard to say no to, but only because he doesn’t talk to dead animals. Which is sad because he’s missing out on a lot of conversations with excellent listeners.
(Made by the talented Lea Mai Nguyen of Le Heart Design.)
And now, time for the weekly wrap-up:
Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- A perfect card for absolutely nothing. One side has a flaming birthday wish and the other side says: “None of the other cards seemed right either, so I just went with this one.” Basically just tells people you’ve given up. And that’s nice because you’ve lowered their expectations and they will be happy that you even sent a card.
- As requested: STRANGELING. (If you’re here, you are one. Welcome home.)
- It’s the perfect thing to scream when you’re frustrated. And you can give it to someone awful and suddenly it has a second meaning.
Shit that I’m vaguely involved with on the internets:
Shit you should buy or steal because it’s awesome:
This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Laurel Talbot, author of I Love My Gay Badger Son. This surreal short novel about a child-free couple who end up raising a gay badger son from first grade to early adulthood was written in under 30 days during National Novel Writing Month. From the author: “My intention in writing this collection of vaguely true and hilarious stories is to put out there – for all gay, straight, human, badger, artsy, sciencey, ADHD, geniuses – that it gets better. Life will be tough, especially as you will struggle to figure out who you are and where you fit in. You may cry and want to hide for years. You may even want to give up and end it all-I know, because I have been there. Don’t. Stick with it because there will also be moments of pure joy, when you are doing things you love, surrounded by people who love the same things you love, and in those moments it will all be worth it.” You probably need to buy it.