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Friday, September 20, 2002
Blab. Before 10 PM last night, a reader whose bedtime
is dictated by mommy and daddy writes:
Well I'll be plurped...there's
no plurp yet!
Actually, there will always be a Plurp. But, unlike England, it
can be up late.
Blab. A reader quotes us. For some reason.
Rats? Why did it have to
be rats?
"Dad would have never made it past
the rats....he hates rats."
Oh Indy - you're so sexy.
Flattery will get you everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere. Not
Paris, for instance. Or Albuquerque.
Blab. A reader suggests an astonishing correlation.
Speaking of the slanted Enron
E I thought Dell bought it. Have you seen their logo?
Worldcom announced another 3.8B gone missing. Wonder how much they'll get
for the Worldcom logo.
dorian
Dell and Enron - separated at birth?
Blab. A reader calls its junkyard dog lawyer.
 Constructing
the blue dog from seven dozen color printouts violates the patent held
on the technology that created South Park characters. We request that you
restrict your construction choices to an even prime number of components
as the patent does not cover that case.
dorian
Our people will call your people names. Umkay?
 Blab.
A reader strung out on mind-altering drugs writes:
The floating furniture patent
should keep John happy (providing they are filled with Helium.) - Morton
We wish Morton and John our best as they float off into the night sky,
suspended beneath their large, blue, inflatable chairs.
Blab. Only one reader was brave enough to suggest a caption for
our Wacky Plurp Image Reader Caption Contest. Whuzzamattahyou people
anyhow? Cat got your fingers?
Caption:
They are all wide eyed. I want
to see their bushy tails.
Naughty reader! That is illegal in many parts of the world.
Blab. A Treasured Reader quotes from parts
unknown.
 "Attorney
General Ashcroft is committed to confronting injustice by leading a professional
Justice Department free from politics, defined by integrity and dedicated
to upholding the rule of law. He will make certain that the Justice Department
fulfills its promise and honors its heritage-not only by enforcing the
rule of law, but by guaranteeing rights for the advancement of all Americans.
"
"The misuse of language induces evil
in the soul." - Socrates.
And apparently in one's government
also.
-AJL
We feel certain that Mr. Asscroft will write a country-western song on
this topic. And when he does, we will be happy to feature it here on Plurp.
We consider it our patriotic doody.
Blab. A Chinese spammist sends us a nearly indecipherable spam,
except for including this picture ...
... and pointing to this Web
site. We still don't know what the green stuff is. We're pretty sure we
don't want to know.
Blab. A reader gesunds:
sekusutomo
Gesundheit! And you should know better than that, having casual and unprotected
sex with multiple partners. You'll catch your death.
Plurp. Now, let's see. Who would possibly coin the phrase a
distinctly American internationalism?
Or how about convincing
or compelling states to accept their sovereign responsibilities?
Hmm.
Let's see. Uh ...
Gosh, we can't think of anyone.
Plurp. Speaking of which, go read the full text of Dubya's national
security strategy document. (It's long. Take the time. It's important.
PDF version available here.)  We're
not sure when the U.S. last had a shift in its strategic relationship with
the rest of the world that was this huge. Not in our lifetime, that's for
sure.
We wish we were smart enough to understand the implications of these
massive changes over the next several years and decades. We know we're
not. And we know a few other people who aren't.
Yo. So if you're the evil dictator of a rogue state, and the
U.S. is threatening to attack you and blow you up and throw you out of
power and stuff, whatever can you do to prevent it?
According to Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, the answer is, Get
yourself a nuclear weapon.
So nice of Donny to let Saddam know, isn't it?
Plop. Those wacky Greeks! As noted earlier, they really did ban
computer games. Now they're arresting
people.
Greek police have been accused
of using "Taleban tactics" after a fresh wave of arrests under a controversial
law banning all forms of computer games closed down internet cafes around
the country.
Four arrests were made in the northern
town of Serres, another in the central Greek city of Larissa and a sixth
in Orestiada.
In each case, computers were seized
and impounded as evidence of criminal activity. More arrests are expected.
Aren't they funny?
Yow. Speaking of funny, who else would have thought of a Cenobite
game show? We are consumed with unendurable laughter.
(And yes, the Tribute
to Ray Harryhausen is pretty darn funny too. We're not sure which is
funnier, though, the premise or the language.)
Plurp. Who knew there were lesbian horses, anyway? (rebecca)
 Plurp.
The blue dog
was featured in a
photo spread
as part of the Big Book of
Lesbian Blog
Stories
Thursday, September 19, 2002
 Blab.
Anticipating today's Plurp contest, a reader from the future suggests:
She's got Freddy Davis Pies!
Does she?
Blab. A Treasured Reader reacts to the recent and disturbing
trend of feline appearances here on Plurp.
Hi Captain Plurp,
Is Christopher looking for a challenging
job opportunity in sunny Southern California? I understand he'll have an
edge on the competition if he is a strong swimmer. And his recent rabbit
experience may be a real plus. If he's interested, I understand he should
contact 1-800-EAT-RATS.
Your Midwest Correspondent
We appreciate our Midwest Correspondent's image of Him Whose Name
eating rats. Given his finnicky eating behavior, we can only imagine him
starving to death in a room full of rats, holding out instead for stinky
tuna.
But - oh - we're off in reverie again!
 "Beverly
Hills is a nice place to be a rat," Ray Honda explained, admiring the cool,
verdant landscape of the moneyed class, with its fruit trees, bird feeders,
swimming pools and dog-food bowls. "It's a very good address."
Mr. Honda, a Los Angeles County health
inspector whose speech and demeanor bring Peter Lorre to mind, was quick
to append, "the four-legged kind," adding: "More rats than people, probably.
And when they get really bad you can smell them."
The rats or the people? We're so confused!
Blab. A reader sends us an enigmatic number.
21
Yeah, so, the image of some actor on Smallville is thereby rendered
on that number of 8.5"x11" pieces of ever-so-analog paper, which you can
then tape together into one very large image of said actor. If you want.
If you care. Can we see a show of hands on this?
(Make sure you read all of the reader comments.)
Blab. Another reader (at least, we hope it's another reader)
frets about something completely different.
How come these
guys haven't won a Latin
Grammy yet? Surely they must have a "Gravis Metallum" catagory.
We blame it on their appearance in Plurp
earlier this year.
Blab. Seeing us desperate, yesterday, for a blue dog t-shirt,
our readers come through. As usual.
Here you go, a blue
dog t-shirt
Right. There is a wonderful ambiguity of reference in English grammar.
Our Treasured Reader engages in projectile ambiguity. Splotch!
Blab. An especially Treasured Reader provides all of the relevant
links.
here's
the blue dog book. also BlueDogStuff
(not affiliated with the artist Rodrigue) and, the
original and best.
your blue watchdog,
Kafkaesque
Just look at all those swarming copyright restrictions! We fear being stung.
Blab. A reader who should have read the previous entry instead
writes:
Why don't you make some Blue
Dog T-shirts and sell them? Check out www.cafepress.com. You can
make 'em and they'll sell 'em, and you get money. Money is a good
thing.
Dear reader. Dear reader. You can get immediate access to an entire
line of blue dog intimate wear by first purchasing any item of Plurpwear.
Blab. A reader suggests that we, like, read things.
Good
essay about the present war. Even if you disagree with him, it's good
for deciding in your mind exactly why.
Yeah, OK, whatever. It was too long for us to follow.
Blab. One of our most obsessive-compulsive readers writes:
You and Ashcroft - leave
Martha alone!
When the world is freed of cake decoration as an organizational paradigm,
we will sleep the sleep of the contented.
Blab. A reader insists that we investigate an inverse link.
Buridan's Ass
Fine.
Blab. On the topic of recent searches to our unworthy Web site,
a reader expresses an opinion.
"Yoda naked pictures"??
That's disgusting.
Well, we haven't actually seen
them ourself, so we couldn't say.
Blab. A reader gets all worked up about stuff.
"If the words are wrong,
people will be misled, disappointed, infuriated."
Uh-oh!
And we treasure that.
Blab. A reader suffering a guilt complex writes:
It wasn't me.
Just wanted to be clear about that.
L.
Right. We will deal with you later.
Plurp.
I don' go Raleigh.
We learn from our cab driver (from Ghana) tonight that this means, in the
pidgin of his compatriots:
I am coming from Raleigh.
And indeed we are, after three days of meetings in North Carolina (or,
at least, that's where they said we were - it looked like the inside of
an airplane, the inside of a motel room and the inside of an IBM site,
just like everywhere else in the world), back.
We like being back.
Yo.
The head of the Iowa office
of the federal Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms was charged with
public intoxication and was being investigated on allegations that he threatened
some teenagers with a loaded gun.
But was he smoking?
Yo. Silly
patents. For you silly patent fetishists. And you know who you are.
You do.
Yo.
 That's
the most foul,
cruel,
and bad-tempered
rodent
you ever set eyes on!
Yow. Here's an idea! Remember those noxious folks who were violating
the artistic rights of movie makers by editing out things they didn't like,
like sex and violence, and then reselling the edited versions? What swine.
But now the movie makers suggest another possibility: third parties
that add
more
sex and violence to movies that are too tame for a certain audience.
Now you're talking!
Yo. Not less sex, MoSex.
Yo. Not less violence, more
violence. As in Snow White and the Seven Shao Lin. No, really.
Weirdest dang thing we've ever seen.
Yak.
You go beddy-bye night-night?
I go online go Plurp-Plurp.
[typing]
You can't write that. We're adults.
OK. [typing anyway]
My life is on Plurp!
Think of yourself as Alison Stern.
 Plop.
It may seem odd for us to criticize the bad taste and insensitivity
of others. After all!
But the idiots at Rockerfeller Center who commissioned a
sculpture of a falling woman to commemorate those who jumped to their
deaths from the WTC on 9-11? They take several cakes. Doncha think?
Plop. Are you a programmer? Do you surf the Web? Have you ever
come across, oh, say, information? Then you're
under arrest.
Police said Azam was suspected
of "collecting information of a kind likely to be useful to Islamic fundamentalists
committing or preparing an act of terrorism, or had documents or records
containing information of that kind".
Can someone explain this crime to
us? 'Cause we're, like, too stupid to understand it.
Meanwhile, we're erasing our IE cache. Hey - you never know.
Plurp. Last October, we said that the U.S. military action in
Afghanistan was the beginning of WW III.
Some of you wondered if we had lost
our hubcaps. It's just a little bombing in another third-world country,
you figured.
In case it isn't yet obvious, that's not the case, as scary
Donald Rumsfeld will tell you, in this impressive, run-on sentence.
Iraq is not separate from
the global war on terrorism, it is part of it, Defense Secretary Donald
Rumsfeld told the Senate Armed Services Committee today.
Think of Iraq as the
next skirmish. A really big skirmish, we grant you, against a determined
adversary who has both chemical and biological weapons and the means to
deliver them. But a skirmish. And not the last one.
Yo. Interesting NYT editorial on the new head
of the ACLU, who took his job on Sept. 5, 2001.
It was an A.C.L.U. lawsuit
that led to a U.S. Court of Appeals ruling last month that the Bush administration
could not routinely conduct deportation hearings in secret.
"Democracies die behind closed doors,"
said Judge Damon Keith, who wrote the opinion for the three-judge panel.
In another case in which the A.C.L.U.
participated, a federal district judge in Washington ruled that the names
of detainees suspected of immigration violations had to be made public.
"Secret arrests," wrote Judge Gladys Kessler, "are a concept odious to
a democratic society."
So, there's hope.
Yo. Wanna buy Enron? You
can. Or, rather, you can buy just about everything that Enron ever
owned  at
an online auction next
Wednesday and Thursday.
We've got our eye on that big
Enron corporate E logo. We think it would make a nice coffee table.
Yow. OK, here's the deal. Having invented it, and having seen
it catch on in another blog, and anticipating that it will become a World-Wide
Phenomenon, and get displayed on the cover of Time Magazine, we feel compelled
to invent a terribly catchy term for it:
Google SpewingTM!
This is, of course, the practice, on your Web site, of giving a link to
Google. When you click on the link, you get a Google search result page
that is specific to a certain, predetermined site. When clicking on a link
on that result page, you generate a hit to the predetermined site with
a predetermined search string. This causes an entry in the predetermined
sites's server logs, coming from Google, with the predetermined (and, as
the art form would have it) odd search string.
Wow. What are we talking about? (Yes, we've been doing patents
this week. Sorry.) Let's look at some examples.
Let's Google Spew our dear friend leuschke
with the search string terrorist plot. (Mr. Asscroft - are you reading
this?) To do so, we give this
link.
Or if we wanted to Google Spew our dear friend John Asscroft with the
search strings violence, outside the protection of the law
and criminal misuse, we would give this
link.
So, see? Readers clicking on our links, then clicking on the Google
links that these generate, get to Dr. Leuschke's site (or doubleplusgood
Asscroft's site) on a page that contains those terms. And the point is:
Your clicking generates a record in Dr Leuschke's (or Herr Asscroft's)
server log, indicating that somebody found their site from Google, looking
for that particular search string.
And, if they are compulsive server log spelunkers (or if, as is likely
the case with Imperial Wizard Asscroft, they have vast staffs and massive
computers to do it), they end up with a puzzle to go solve.
(Did that make any sense?)
Get it? Ain't this fun? Please do tell Time Magazine. And mention our
URL.
Yow. It's that time of year again. Yep, it's Wacky Plurp Image
Reader Caption Contest time. (We were never good at catchy names.)
So you should, uh, ...
Plurp.
The blue dog
was a sly construction of
seven dozen color
printouts of unrelated body parts
and fashion
accessories.
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
 Blab.
A cell phone user writes:
No Tuesday Plurp yet??!!
Sneeze camel my conscription swordfish.
Done!
Blab. A hopeful (and/or humorous) reader sends us a request to
...
unsubscribe
Sorry, dear reader. When you are Plurped, you are Plurped
all the way, from your first vat of Quorn to your last blue dog day.
Blab. A reader asks a question that confuses us.
So................is Plurp
up?
Your bestest fan
Yes.
 Blab.
Somehow, almost miraculously, a reader finds Mia.
Mia is kind young girl, with
healing powers. Every winter, Mia takes care of the northern town of Imil.
Mia is also part of the Mercury Clan, and protecter of the Mercury lighthouse.
Mia has the second most PP and second least HP.
Use
Mia wisely and you should have no problem at all defeating Saturos
and Menardi.
Blab. Another reader reveals its fetishes.
I want a blue dog t-shirt
It's good to want things.
If our Treasured Readers know where to find such a thing, they should
tell
us. We love pandering to our readers' fetishes.
Blab. Speaking of fetishes ...
If Quorn
Curry is not your vat of fungus, then how about a nice, juicy Beet
Burger?
That's disgusting!
Blab. Let's review. Yesterday, a reader insisted that we talk
to Christopher and rabbits. Back to the days of Christopher Rabbit and
Pooh, we said. Today:
Christopher Rabbit? thought
it was Christopher Robin
Uh, that's correct.
Blab. A reader who knows, warns us.
Dear Steve
Never Never Never believe any black
and white reasonably small furry thing that looks like that thing in your
pictures that claims it won't bite. NEVER. It will. And it
will enjoy it SOOOO much. If you want less pain and fewer bites get a sewing
machine.
One Who Knows
Actually, our reasonably small shedding thing is gray and white. We had
a black and white thing a few years back.  That
particular hellspawn put Helen's mother in the hospital, and regularly
ripped us to shreds.
Our current theory is that diluting the black down to gray also dilutes
the demonic tendencies.
Our next beastie will be pure white. And hairless.
Blab. It's Beast Day here on Plurp.
Looks like Him Whose Name
Must Never Be Spoken is putting on some serious weight.
The alternative is that he sheds it or excretes it. We consider ourself
fortunate.
Yo. Top search strings in our own gleaming chromium search
engine this past week?
-
mouse naked pictures
-
blue dog naked pictures
-
simonya popova
-
popova
-
arsenic poisoning pictures
-
taco
-
yoda naked pictures
-
helen naked pitures
-
all your face are belong to gus
We suppose we have Dave
to thank for that last one.
Yow. Medium-sized
black holes, found for the first time at the center of globular clusters,
offer a clue about the formation of supermassive black holes at the center
of galaxies. Very cool.
Plurp. Florida - Class
Clown of the U.S.
Yow. Rosie,
the (analog) magazine whose identity is based entirely on the fame of comedian
Rosie O'Donnell, is ceasing
publication. One can only hope that Oprah
and Martha are close behind.
Note to prospective magazine creators: Have something valuable to say.
Plurp.
The blue dog
was the result of an unholy union
between Quorn naked pictures
and a conscripted swordfish.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Blab. One of our many obsessive-compulsive copy-editing
readers writes:
If this were a Web page,
wouldn't it be trying to sell you something ? Or trying to tell you all
sorts of boring and _idiosynchratic_ things about its creators?
Like, say, they can't spell worth beans?
We thank our obsessive reader, and to allow us both to sleep at night,
we have corrected this errant letterage.
Blab. A reader has evolutionary aspirations.
Well I'll be a
monkey's uncle...
And you'll let us know when? Excellent.
Blab. A VISA employee named Helen writes:
Steve,
You must be mistaken. We never
ordered a chafing dish for anyone we know........ You had better check
your VISA bill.
Helen
Funny. It looks like a chafing
dish to us.
Blab. Of concern is that Him Whose Name Emerged From Giant
Barrels of Fungus seems to have developed typing skills.
Steve,
Come home.......all is forgiven.
I promise I won't bite.
Christopher
Seymour suggests that this may not be entirely true.
Blab. Of even greater concern is the discovery of a gibbering
reader in our Blab box.
Yog-Sothoth! N'gai! Ph-nglui
mglw'nafh Mia R'lyeh plurp wgah'nagl fhtagn!
A translation can be gleaned from various
arcane and forbidden
sources of ancient evils.
Yog-Sothoth! In the woods!
In her house in R'lyeh dead Mia waits dreaming of Plurp!!
We recoil in terror at the implications
of these eldritch syllables.
Blab. Taco Bell is still open late. At least, that's what this
reader believes.
Tacos are good. But
where are they? Can't seem to find any.
Tacos do not exist. They are a residue of the dreams we have implanted
in your mind. We are working on this problem, and we are confident that
will produce taco-free dreams in the near future.
Blab. Another reader exposes its raw desires.
I want naked pictures of
me
Done. Check your mail.
Blab. A reader insists that we ...
Ask Christopher about rabbits.
OOPS! They're gone. Or eaten. ummmmmmm
Back to the days of Christopher Rabbit and Pooh ...
Blab. A reader sends us an unreferenced, dependent phrase.
Or Steve can be terrified
by his wife who is tooo far away.
Steve is always terrified by his wife.
Blab. A reader gives the rest of you useful advice.
there is no quality here.
Look elsewhere.
You have zero quality anyway. Get over it.
Blab. On the Hannibal
Lechter Fondue issue, a reader writes:
oooooooo. Fondue. phhhuuutttt.
Briefly, we wondered what our reader was spitting out. Then we decided
to think about something else.
Blab. On the subject of giant barrels of fungus (and we seem
always to be talking about that this week, don't we), a reader writes:
What's this Quorn Quap!?
We're not familiar with Quorn Quap. Perhaps you're thinking of Mary
or Curt Quap?
Plurp. And now, we reap the fruits of another interminable all-day
meeting.
Right out of the bat
-
Right out of the chute
-
Right off the bat
Yay! (Though we prefer not to
think of just what kind of thing actually comes out of a bat. If that's
OK with you.)
Yo. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Coming soon to a
theater near you.
Yo. A couple of weeks ago, a new resident appeared spontaneously
in our apartment. It is a small, pink and white creature named Seymour.
Him Whose Name Topples Vases seems to have become fast friends with Seymour.
They are seldom apart, and have been heard roughhousing at the end of the
bed around 3 AM.
It is rumored that the Seymour creature's metabolism produces Nepeta
Cataria as a byproduct. But this is merely rumor.
Yow.
New York. September. Sunset. Without
flash.
Plop.
New York. September. Night. With
flash.
Plurp.
The blue dog
dined on fondue made from giant
barrels of quap
Monday, September 16, 2002
Blab. We recently ordered a chafing dish as a wedding
present for a friend. We're impressed with the modern efficiency of e-commerce.
You order of Item
BC052 has been processed and will arrive in the next 8 to 10 weeks.
Thank you for your business.
You're welcome!
Blab. A reader connects an
enigmatic message from Saturday with an
enigmatic entry on Plurp.
hmm... searches for MIR and
parade turn up nothing but tacos.
Curious. We find that
same result.
Blab. After weeks of interrogation at an undisclosed location,
a reader finally blurts out this.
I want my naked pictures
of Simonya Popova!
The very next instant, a telepathic reader gives the interrogators the
key question.
Did you mean:"simony
popova"?
Thus checkmated, the detained reader confesses its real intent.
+Mia
+naked +pictures
Zackly. This terrorist
reader will now be detained indefinitely, and used to power the orbital
mind control lasers.
 Blab.
It seems to be Enigmatic Confession Day here at Plurp. And this
Treasured Reader dares not be left out.
I hate rabbits!
Just the waskally ones, or all of them?
Blab. Did you hear the news today?
Students at Yale today staged
a protest of the fact that it's Monday and there's still no Monday plurp
to read. According to Pentagon sources, Steve White is either a) a famous
government official or b) being investigated by terrorists.
You decide.
Can we be terrified by government officials? That seems more likely.
Blab. In other news ...
Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam
is my Fiance's Brother's Girlfriend's Third Cousin
So is Madame Antionette. Neither of them have been indefinitely detained.
So everything's find.
Blab. Speaking for herself, the lady says:
Qu'ils mangent de la brioche
- Mme. Antionette
Madame Antionette is, of course, reminding us to beware the magnetic quills
in our bread. Very dangerous.
Blab. Subtly poking fun at us, a reader writes:
Apropos of nothing, other
than sharing a wonderful taunt... The world needs more work of this quality.
You wouldn't recognize reason if it
were wearing a Captain Reason suit, jumping up and down on a harpsichord,
and singing "Reasoning days are here again" while completing logic puzzles.
-Jim Vowles, on RADW
Would too!
Blab. And this, rather unexpected, news twist.
[link]
It turns out that Buzz Aldrin didn't punch out that obnoxious guy
who accused him of faking the whole moon trip thing. It was all a hoax.
Yo. If you enjoyed the dining scenes in Hannibal
you might enjoy Fondue Mentale
in Montreal. Others, beware.
Plurp. More on Quorn.
Plurp.
The blue dog
was found at the bottom of a giant
barrel of Quorn
Sunday, September 15, 2002
Blab. Keeping up with all of the crucial current events,
a reader writes:
Speaking of a
giant barrel of fungus...
(Were the people who named this
product also the ones who came up with the name Soylent?)
The miracles of modern food technology!
Quorn™ foods are made with
mycoprotein, a protein in the fungi family, similar to truffles, morels
and mushrooms. Mycoprotein for Quorn™ foods is grown using a controlled
fermentation process so that it can be harvested consistently. In addition
to mycoprotein, other familiar ingredients such as vegetable flavorings
and a small amount of egg white are used to prepare Quorn™ foods giving
them their meat-like texture and delicious taste.
Yum.
Plop. Last night, Him Whose Name Was Fermented In Giant Barrels
decided it would be a dandy idea to dump the vase over on the dining room
table, eat the roses, then leap on top of our feet at dawn. Shortly thereafter,
we decided it would be a dandy idea to grind him into small, hairy pieces
and use them to fertilize the marigolds.
Currently, only one of these plans has been executed.
Yo. And then, for no particular reason, we were no
longer on the Google list of places to get information about Simonya
Popova. (Readers who are less drugged out than usual might remember that
we were #1 (and # 2) on Google just last
Friday.)
Not just dropped to #3, but dropped altogether. Not
even on the list. Anywhere.
We smell conspiracy! Frankly, we suspect Paul
Ford.
Plop. Did you think that mess with priestly pedophiles was all
cleared up? Wrong.
Parishioners are rallying
behind accused priests. Clergy are suing alleged victims and complaining
to the Vatican. Experts in church law are questioning whether the plan
violates priests' rights. [...]
"It is unraveling," said the Rev.
Richard McBrien, a liberal theologian from the University of Notre Dame.
What's the expression for, Be patient? Is it, Keep your pants
on?
Plop.
 While
most of us cherish our time in the great outdoors, certain conveniences
are welcome improvements inside. Master woodcrafter Don Mintz salutes domestic
progress in an imaginative way. He's created real "furniture" for the bathroom.
Our Moose Seat and Cover are carpentered of 3/4"-thick white oak individually
handcarved and handpainted with a handsome moose head on top, then handfinished
to a warm luster. Hinge fittings are solid brass. Handcrafted in USA.
Plurp.
The blue dog
was a meticulous combination of vat-fermented
fungus
and ground moose meat
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