G’day! Byron the Quokka here, reminding you that we have a comment contest going. Our goal is 70,000 comments–with only 579 left to go.
[Editor’s note: We’re wondering if there’s an Internet outage somewhere, because we haven’t heard from any of our most prolific commenters today. We also have reports of readers’ email conking out. ]
Here I’d like to turn it over to Quokka University’s life coach, Horatio the jumping spider.
Thank you, Byron. First I’d like to say that bugs are good for you, catch as many as you can. This solves most of life’s problems. It’s always worked for me.
Anyhow, the winner of the comment contest will receive an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you already have it, you can hold out for the next book in the series, The Wind from Heaven, which has not yet been published but it won’t be long now.
Meanwhile, a select committee of quokkas is still working on the problem of how much tuition to charge and whether it should include a season’s pass to QU’s pick-up sticks matches.
But by all means we want to read your comments! Really, what’s the point of having six eyes if you don’t have anything to read? (That’s one for the Philosophy Dept.)
Is it just us getting older, or is life really getting more complicated–more things to remember, more things to forget?
I mean, OK, sure, I hear from empty-headed liberals, “Get with it, grandpa!” Like I would even want to get with it. Their bodies may age, but their brains stay 12 years old forever.
This is an old box turtle, in the picture: you can tell by the growth rings on his shell. Instead of growth rings, we have additions to our things-to-do lists. (Ah! We just remembered to give the cat her medicine. Now we don’t have to worry about forgetting it.)
It seems, though, that there are more and more forms to fill out, more hoops to jump through–and how we ever got those things done when we were both working full-time outside the home… well, it beats me. I’m pretty sure we had no super-powers.
Is this the “when you feel old” that they used to warn you about when you were young?
A number of people have expressed confusion over whether the large salamanders called “mud puppies” really are puppies. Sometimes this leads to unsuitable gifts for small children.
Real puppies are warm and fluffy and playful. Mud puppies are cold, wet, and apt to bite really hard. There is no truth to the belief that they grow up into dogs. Mud puppies they are, and mud puppies they shall remain.
You are unlikely to find real puppies swimming around under the ice in winter. What you’d be seeing under those circumstances are almost certain to be mud puppies.
And there really is no point in trying to train them to do tricks. They don’t like it.
Dogs have a gift for joy: they really do. And it’s a cheering thing, to watch them playing in the snow. There’s even a dog in here who knows how to operate a toboggan. That’s more than can be said for some people.