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EDIT: Okay, that sucks and doesnt work the way it should at all. >:( ONWARD TO PLAN B!

Plan B:

EDIT B: Goddamn it! That’s no good either!

EDIT B2: (10 seconds later, on preview): Oh wait! It worked! HOORAY!

EDIT B3: Let me know if this fucker autoplays. I hope it doesnt…I’ll go test it now. :D

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Well, right after Lotus died, a friend of mine who is my Rat Guru told me about another huge rat rescue – there’s always a huge rat rescue somewhere – out in Ojai, California. A handicapped woman apparently took in some rats that had been dumped on her property and the situation quickly got well out of control, resulting in hundreds of rats running around everywhere.

One of my roommates recently bought a new car, and decided in a surprising and very generous gesture to loan me his old one, a Ford Aerostar van, until I was able to put together enough money to buy another used car of my own. The van needed a little work, but I agreed that a couple hundred dollars of work was worth it if it meant that I would have transportation in the meantime.

Well, my mechanic, whom I’ve known for a number of years now and has heretofore always been absolutely great, is having some kind of weird episode where shit he fixes keeps breaking. I had the van in twice for a total of 7 days out of 14 and the original major problem which I brought in to be fixed was never repaired. But he did put in a new starter, which cost me $300 and which my roommate could have done himself for under $100.

The problem is that the heater core is bad. I observed this from the get go after looking up the symptoms of the issue on the Intertron – but all that resulted when I put forth my own findings was that I was called a couple of names and routinely ignored. Turns out I was right, though – funny how that happens, isnt it? – and what’s more, my roommate also discovered, after poking around under the hood, that after the repair that was made to the van nobody bothered to reattach any of the hoses or parts they had to remove to replace the starter. So this whole thing has been a $400 cock-up and now I’m not only out the money, I still dont have a fucking ride.

We went to take the van back on Friday, and met my mechanic’s wife at the station. She looked fucking horrible and we were informed that my mechanic is out of the country until next Monday. We told her we’d be back. And so there was no ride out to Ojai for me – I had been planning on getting the van repaired, you see, and then driving out to the Ojai Humane Society where for some reason, though they describe themselves as a no-kill shelter, they have been killing the rats from this large rescue operation. As a result, all the foster homes in the area are urging people to pick from the Ojai HS group if they possibly can, in order to save those guys first.

No such luck for me. Best intentions, and all that.

So I went back to the forum where the rescue is being tracked and described my plight. Almost immediately, Debbie from Secondhand Rats contacted me and told me she’d have three boys from the Ojai rescue for me “tonight” (this was yesterday; Saturday). I waited on tenterhooks ALL DAY to hear from her and finally, late last night, I got an email from her, with that pic above attached to it.

Today she emailed me very briefly this morning to let me know that five of the boys, including my three, were given to a foster who will be getting them out to me on the rat train as soon as they possibly can. I havent heard from Debbie at all for the rest of the day, and she’s pretty adept at not answering any questions at all or indeed seemingly even reading the mail I’ve sent her (asking repeatedly for my phone number, which I have given her twice), but I’m trying to curb my extreme impatience because I know it’s all the more intense for my being really, really, really excited about these new boys coming!

For one thing, it’s been a hell of a hard, stressful, sad past six months or so, with all the illnesses and death in my little mischief. But more importantly, my one remaining rat, Bayberry, is all alone now, and he’s really missing his companions. I want to get those boys here as soon as I possibly can. At the very least it would be nice if someone would answer my damn questions. :P

But there are my new boys: I’ll be taking the gray boy (known as a “blue rat” in fancy rat terminology), hopefully the little black guy with the white nose, and the white boy with the black mask on. I am freaking out like a five year old on Christmas Eve right now, and each moment that goes by without an email or a phone call from these folks telling me theyre heading out my way is like an eternity. I can’t wait!

Well, in the meantime, back to work with me. You may all look upon the picture and worship the lunacy-inducing adorability that are my new baby boys.

That is all. Carry on.

Theyre all leaving us, these giants of joyful youth, and I see none rushing in to fill the empty spaces they leave behind. We have some folks who have promise, but it looks like the times ahead will be heavy.

On the other hand, we have incredible things happening with digital media. Perhaps the focus has simply shifted. Still and all, there is nothing quite like old school animation, and it is unutterably sad to me that this art form is slowly dying. Maybe I’m just a dinosaur, but I’ll take that celluloid stuff over CGI any day of the week, man. As beautiful as CGI can be, it lacks the organic flow and beauty, the tactile feel that celluloid animation leaves on your eyes and your soul. Or maybe just my soul.

Either way, Mr. Takamoto, thank you for making my life a brighter place to be. Thanks for making a stoner and his talking dog such a beautiful illustration of what friendship means the world over. Every human being on the planet knows who Shaggy and Scooby are, and they are so beloved that not even Hollywood could tarnish their memory.

And thanks for being the genesis of the idea behind Scooby Snacks. My dog really loved them. :)

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Incidentally, if you can’t see a title for this post, or if there’s just a bunch of boxes there, it’s because it’s written in the Japanese alphabet. The title for this post is what Google Translate came up with for the phrase “rest in peace.” (And many variations thereof, which when translated changed “rest” to some form of “remainder” when put together with “in peace.”) It actually reads “remainder of peace,” which is kind of irritating, but it was all I could find!

You know, there really doesnt tend to be a whole lot of serious treatment of the penis in the art world, and that’s kind of rude. Chicks get all the attention.

Now, personally, I dont think a penis is all that interesting to look at, really. Fun to play with? Absolutely. But as far as staring at the thing, you know, I’ve got to be honest and say it doesnt really thrill me any more than staring at a boob would.

I like artistic nudity but the zero-in focus on a boob or an ass or a toe or what have you isnt really my thing, for the most part.This, though, is a rare exception in that it’s a pretty damn good shot of blatantly casual penis. You just dont see enough casual penis. It is my considered opinion that if there were a lot more casual penis in the world, there would be a lot less tension.

So, in this holiday season, I would like to wish you all the very very best of new years. May you all be healthy, wealthy, and wise, and may your lives overflow with hope, joy, love, and casual penis.

Thanks to Loony for pointing me to that pic. I think he’s trying to tell me something, but I’m going to overlook that in the spirit of the season.

<3

Edit: It would appear that SurfKace at Deviant Art took down this original from his gallery, so I’ve changed the link just to go to his page instead of the original link, which went to this specific photo. A shame, ’cause I still think it’s a really good artistic nude shot. Maybe I’ll email him and ask him why he took it down, but in the meantime I didnt want to leave a broken link on the image. Moo!