Tonight, on a Very Special Episode of tiny dog...

It would appear possible that tiny dog has been temporarily (?) preempted by a Major Life Event that has even preempted my attempt to explain due to the premature end of her morning nap.

This doesn't mean there won't be more posts, but rather that they may make no sense and appear at random, typed with one hand.

That is all.

America loves circus freak animals

Far and away, the top search terms that have caused random people to stumble on my site relate to my Elliott Smith and Breyer Horse pages, and secondarily, to three random posts I did about Laika, the first dog in space, Humanzee, the chimp-human hybrid, and Mr. Winkle, the mutant pomeranian (see the archive if you are interested). If I wanted more traffic, I might consider an entire site about circus freaks animals.

However, there are other, more obscure searches that have also brought hapless internet wanderers to this remote outpost. Here are a few of my favorites from this year:

• randolph mantooth, emt


• what are jazz hands


• pupperoni


• shatner, bald


• to a non-japanese person the concept of a living bread superman who fights giant


• where can i find deep fried twinkies in arizona

Exit strategy

Let us contemplate the fetus at left, and any possible reason she may have for declining to be born at this appointed time.

Is she embarrassed by the liberal blogosphere making too much out of Colbert's bit at the Correspondent's dinner? Does she want to distance herself from the taint of Tomkitten? Was it just a matter of poor planning, like the Bush administration's exit strategy for Iraq? Or is it merely that being compressed on one's head in the dark, gooey innards of an increasingly ill-tempered human is really more like an overpriced luxury spa treatment than any of us recall?

Who can say?