*Today's post is dedicated to Clay because, without even realizing, he totally helped me pull it together by reminding me yesterday morning about The Neverending Story, which –– if you're not familiar –– is the tale of a boy named Atreyu who's stuck in a world that's slowly disappearing because it's being systematically consumed by The Nothing and oh, hey! That sounds an awful lot like what's been happening to me during the last four years with The Porcupine! First I was a Mars Rover and now, apparently, I'm a kid who talks to rocks while trying to outrun a gigantic black hole! Oh, just forget it.
And speaking of The Porcupine, I offer you the same standard disclaimer this time around that I do for all self-involved, annoyingly non-specific posts on this subject: You should totally just skip it. Which, if you think about it, is probably the exact same disclaimer I should offer for ALL my posts, regardless of the subject matter, where subject matter equals HAHA! None of the subjects matter around here because this blog is totally like an Interwebs Black Hole Nothing: sucking in material from anywhere and everywhere yet remaining totally empty. I know. IT'S A GIFT.
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Welcome back, everyone! Today we'll be featuring the long-awaited second installment in our Ongoing Adventures in Porcupining series! (You: Okay, seriously? No one waits for anything around here. Mostly we just try to hide from you.) Oh whatever. ANYWAY. This series is basically a comic strip of sorts about life with The Porcupine where life equals most all of it has seeped out of him over the past few years and now it's like he's totally dead inside. Romantic!
I know it's been a while since I've posted much about him, but I've been very, very busy blogging about more important issues such as sending cows through the mail and trying to figure out what Stinking Buggers are (I still have no clue) and worrying about our country being run by people whose names look like the word "BONER." (I mean honestly: How am I supposed to take any Boner-generated legislation seriously?) Of course, I also haven't blogged much about him because doing so forces me to also do very unpleasant things like actually thinking about how a bad turn of events on top of another bad turn of events on top of yet more bad turns of events has changed The Porcupine into a retreated, isolated, former shell of himself and SEE?? Love is FUN!! Or not. Or something. OH, I DON'T KNOW.
And with that I present the following:
My Ongoing Adventures In Porcupining –– Installment #2*
(Or: The Um What?? Comic Strip –– In Two Installments Which, If You Do The Math, Equals Two Installments Too Many!)
*The first can be found here.
THE (apparently it will never) END.
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P.S.: So, in conclusion, sometimes this:
But most of the time, this:
Wow. I could've spared you guys all that "Adventures in Porcupining" crap and just posted these two pictures instead and basically given you about the same amount of useless useful information. I totally have this blogging thing NAILED!
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P.S.S. Did you all know that today is National Pit Bull Awareness Day? In honor of this, I offer the next two pictures. Because despite all the above evidence to the contrary, love really is a many, many splendored thing:
Buster and his Boy: A Neverending Love Story
They're also the best possible PR team this group of often misunderstood and wholly wonderful dogs could ever hope for.
And The Boy will never need his own luck dragon as long as he has Buster around.
