Today was a special day! Marmosets screeched, gorillas thumped their chests, orangutans brachiated with glee, and bonobos... well, the bonobos did what they do best. Why?
Because today was Tizzie's 29th Birthday!
Congratulations, my dear! A thousand wishes that your day was a glorious one!
John Lydon, not content with reuniting The Sex Pistols, instead of getting on with his sterling PiL and solo work, has gone native. Is is just a case of monkeying about or should we start grumbling about nothing being sacred anymore?
Captions appreciated.
OK, boys and girls. Here's the dilly-o.
Yours truly will be in Los Angeles next month from the 7th to the 17th. I have a wedding to go to on the 14th, and a rehearsal dinner the night before, but other than that I'm free. Let's meet.
An added wrinkle: I just spoke to Witchstone. She's got the lead (!) in a play, down San Diego way. I propose we go see her. (The play runs Tuesday through Sunday, with matinees on weekends.)
Who wants to meet a Lupo?
A wallpaper and a potentially nsfw picture for you. Because it's still all about the monkeys, right?
Right?
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(thanks to Roger Wood for putting this up)
Groan...
Though it's alright for some, innit?
Any brilliant ideas to get through the winter in a snowless, skiless, sledless country? Brrrr....
