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Anyway the monkey is there because he’s cute. The real news is that hellblazer.net is being phased out. Oh email will still work, that doesn’t change! And any links you had, well, those will always work as well. But they will redirect to adampknave.com from now on, as that is the primary URL in my life. Also: adamknave.com will redirect to adampknave.com if you’d rather. So there you go, take note, enjoy.

First: A brand new ad for Legend of the Burrito Blade is up. It’s too wide to put here, I think so instead I will link to it. Go look. Enjoy.

Remember, you can subscribe to Burrito Blade via RSS (or if you are on LiveJournal you can subscribe to The LJ Feed instead).

Legend of the Burrito Blade is an ongoing webcomic, launching in January, written by me, drawn by Renato Pastor and edited by Lauren Vogelbaum. Updating every Mon, Weds, and Fri, Legend of the Burrito Blade is … well … besides the ads you’ll see.

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And now have four minutes of baby pandas wrestling:

Stolen from Marianne. Gah, ded with cute!

It is time for a bit more Pan-Kun the Japanese Chimp!

We’ve seen him take some dogs for a walk. We’ve also watched him deal with his fear of snakes.

Below he’s going to take a train (with a bulldog) and then train with the fire department!

As it was shown to me by a friend, I show to you the Finnish Death Metal Squirrel video! ROCK ON! \m/ !

From the always strange Dei, I bring you oodles of far too cute:

News flash: Sometime in the next month Cinema Eaters will return, in a brand new ongoing way. Be excited for strange movie reviews.

News flash 2: There are plans for a reunion of another sort. It might be a bit, but the scripts are being written now.

And that does it for news flashes. For the moment at least. Work work work.

So the temporary cat (not my cat, a friend’s, cat is staying with me a while) has found a new trick. She’s good and crafty. See, she firmly understands that hands are nothing but a petting tool. If I am not using hands to pet her why do I have them? And so she will come up to me and start to gently paw at my arms to make me pet her. And if I don’t she claws a tiny bit at them. Because, obviously, I didn’t get the message the first time.

And when I go to bed we play that game and after a while she gives up on me, pah hopeless hu-man, and now goes to curl up against my ankles. And she curls into a ball right by my ankles and waits. And the second I touch her, even brush up against her fur (and I tested this) she meows like she’s been beaten and flies up the bed to me to demand that she be petted to make up for this horrible act.

Oh, she’s good.

Yup.

On a different note: I know that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, supposedly. But what is the stalker of my stalker?

For no reason at all: