Mascot Head Destruction, Pesky Lemurs, and How Do Dogs Work?
So while I’ve been up in Canada, getting extra familiar with the fantastic Foothills Hospital Cardiac ICU (hi Dad!!,) I haven’t been nearly as on top of my random news as I ought to be, dear reader. Luckily, I’m back on the digital horse.
Over at Vanity Fair, Emily Chang delves into the world of Silicon Valley’s “exclusive, drug-fueled, sex-laced parties.” And no, I’ve never been invited to one. I don’t think?
Trump is the first pet-less president since TJ, and seemingly doesn’t understand how dogs work, in that dogs are the greatest and we don’t deserve them.
You can take my TinyLetter when you pry it out of my cold, typing hands. Because I’m in Canada, and it is cold.
A BBC reporter was trying to capture a lighthearted, happy story at the zoo. And he would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for those pesky lemurs.
Yes, Chuck E. Cheese has a corporate policy for destroying the heads of their characters, why do you ask?
And ClickHole asks the tough questions: Can You Handle This Grouse Marathon? (sound on, darlings.)
Toodles, my loves!