New Zealand, we’ve talked about this. Time and time again between the sexually active mid-life crisis penguins, the Hobbits, sexy rugby dudes, and having your own personal warlock, now you co-opt facial hair ads, too? Is there no end to the abject coolness of your little piece of the third rock from the sun? That’s fine. The mammalian-faced hirsute gentleman distracted me from an otherwise kind-of-in-a-funk day. But hope is near: Navimie whispered me with a great idea this afternoon, but I’m not ready to talk about it yet. (Hint: Foreshadowing. Deal with it.) It’s not like it’s been a slow news week or anything either. There has been some great writing happening out there. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know what’s wrong with Mataoka though. I’ve just got a lack of sunlight. She’s got a dearth of Dwarfs. That must be it. She subconsciously made me stop at this photo of the hairy dude and sigh heavily. She could really use a night of drinking and carousing with Dwarfs. Keep that marmot on your face, and pass on the shaving cream!
Let’s not get started on the glow worm caves:
When this song comes on the radio I play it very loudly and look around to see if anyone is making fun of the old lady rocking out in the green pick-up truck, and then I turn it up louder: