This past week my humor blog put behind it all those music posts, and it turns out, not a moment too soon if I obsessively watch my readership figures. If you'd like to see those figures or the things that I write on purpose, try looking these over:
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 16
- Boy Howdy Is Earth a Round Planet!
- Statistics Saturday: Some Fundamental Elements of Trivia
- In Which a Deceased Finnish-Swedish Astronomer Is Probably Not Angry at Me, Per Se
- Statistics November: Well, Nobody Liked _That_
- What's Going On In Prince Valiant? Did Prince Valiant get Excalibur? September - December 2024
- By Now She's Probably Really Good at Being a Swan, Though
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 17
And if that's enough amusement how about the fursuit photo from Friday at Anthrohio way back in May:
People all gathered together for the fursuit group photo that would, turns out, be the last at the Crowne Plazae.
Here, I photograph right back at the official photographer.
Gator of some kind who's a little late for everything. Note the guy on the right holding up the edge of this picture.
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bunnyhugger, invisible to the official photographer but at least where I can see her.
Everyone in the fursuit group photo tries to hail a cab simultaneously.
That gator, a protogen of some kind, and a red panda get in on the hand-raising action. The red panda is not doing anything about species stereotypes by standing there with arms raised high.
bunnyhugger has enough of the official photograph and turns to get into mine.
No one is allowed to proceed past this clown.
And with everything finished out here, it's time to head back in.
bunnyhugger looking great as she joins the return to the hotel.
Here we are back where the light is dim enough every photograph is a little bit blurred! Or bunnyhugger is a fast walker, take your pick.
Someone inviting us to the open door of the Skunkatorium here.
Trivia: To protect it from the Great Fire of London, Samuel Pepys buried his Parmesan cheese. It is unrecorded why he did this, or what it was like when he recovered it. Source: A Gambling Man: Charles II's Restoration Game, Jenny Uglow.
Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Zine Sunday Supplement Volume 13: 1951, Tom Sims, Bela Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle.
