This is the funny

On the twelfth day of Christmas, summer_jackel sent to me...

Twelve chickens drumming

Eleven birds piping

Ten animals a-leaping

Nine huskies dancing

Eight werewolves a-milking

Seven cats a-writing

Six parrots a-backpacking

Five ara-a-a-abian horses

Four wolf hybrids

Three bombay cats

Two wild canids

...and a catfish in a taxidermy.

Get your own Twelve Days:

I don't know if I want to envision *milking* werewolves. There are so many ways that could be taken, all of them wrong on various levels.

And then there's

In 2009, summer_jackel resolves to...

Lose ten wild felids by March.
Find a new morbid.
Eat more wolf hybrids.
Connect with my inner fish.
Cut down to ten thoroughbreds a day.
Cut down on my writing.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

I TOTALLY need to connect with my inner fish more in the coming year. Y'know, that's what's been missing in my life. I need to nurture my inner fish. And my morbid HAS been getting threadbare, it's true. Obviously I need new goth clothes.


and are wee pixeldragon waifs who need your affection. Alas, their sister recently perished for want of...something, I don't know, I posted her around, she should have lived.

Word to the wise hedonist: Trader Joe's chocolate liqueur cherries are very, very good. When taken on the hour, they are very good for your creative juices. They are not, however, food, and eventually your body will rebel.

Sorry guys, I am a little loopy right now. I've been arting all afternoon. BUT...I have some nice Yule gifts and what promises to be an adequate fursuit, which will be debuted to all those who will see me at FC next month.

I should eat and get ready for stuff now.