If you don’t stop by the Babalu Blog regularly, you really should.
Since I started stopping by regularly at the beginning of this year, I have seen adverts for Babalu shirts at Val’s place, but since I am a sorry assed procrastinator, I kept putting off getting myself one.
But that is OK, because a couple weeks back I stopped putting it off and placed my order.
Last week, they arrived. I say they because I got not only one for myself, but one for the Analog Wife.
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Head on over and get yourself a set of the eyes that watch a murderous dictator in his last throes.
Once you’re done there, visit author and fellow ManCamp creator, Steve H’s place, Hog On Ice, and read about the abundance of wildlife he has found in and around Coral Gables.
Just one of the many specimens
11. South American hallucinogenic millipedes. They are taking over the county. I wrote about them a while back. The monkeys at Monkey Jungle rub them on their skin to get high. When liberals realize this is possible, they will do it, too.
For its part, the brown lemur of the Isle of Madagascar appears to enjoy the little bites it gives millipedes with its lips. It turns out that every time the lemur bites the millipede, it is stimulated because the latter releases a toxic compound based on cyanide, as a means of self-defense. The primate uses this to fumigate it’s own fur coat, thus keeping free of parasites and malaria-carrying mosquitoes. But besides helping to get rid of parasites, the compound also has a narcotic effect on the lemur that can last for as long as 20 minutes, and which manifests itself as an expression of happiness: The eyes pop out, the head droops and the lemur is on another plane, away from reality.
At times, millipede-intoxicated lemurs have been known to awake briefly from their stupor and mumble “Halliburton…”
Once again, it is funny because it is true.