Got fleas?

This post (Comin' Home: How to Save 75% on Flea Medicine with a Bulk Kit) pointed me here (http://www.luvmypetssupplystore.com/). It seems that I might save a butt load of money on flea and tick treatment.

Frunobublog: Laxxie gets some love from IllogiBlog

Frunobublog: Laxxie gets some love from IllogiBlog
http://illogicopedia.org/wiki/User:Gruntled

Laxxie gets some love from IllogiBlog

I am excited to say that I got a nod over at a inbred sister publication Illogiblog. Since my Daddy is an editor over there, it was just a matter of time. I don't really follow what he does over there, and have only the vague notion that the blog and associated wiki (IllogicoPedia,org) is run by a pack of lunatics with an agenda. What's on this agenda? I don't know, but it scares me... a lot.

That's my Daddy in the picture, behind me, taking an afternoon nap. I sleep back to back (in this picture you see me pausing to have my picture taken before I snuggle up close)  most of the time. I take care to exert pressure, just righty, against Daddy's sore back spots. Mummy-head says we snore sometimes, and she has trouble distinguishing who is doing it. Sometimes he rolls over after he falls asleep, and rubs my belly. Life is good.

Citizen Frunobulax on the value of a good nights sleep

You may be able to tell from the picture, I take my rest very seriously. Being a canine-American, I believe my ethnicity makes me especially inclined toward a certain expertise on the subject. That's Daddy behind me. Seriously, DO NOT tell him I put this pic in my blog. He'll go ballistic.

Really, I've seen it myself. He gets all kinds of cheezed off when I poop in my kennel. Piddles don't get the same kind of rise out of him, but he obviously doesn't care for that either. As things are, he's always trying to ship me back to Istanbul, FedEx.

Still, things aren't all that bad for me. You see me here on a tempurpedic bed, which I have learned not to pee on. I spend about 4 glorious hours a day on this thing, sprawled out and snoring. Seriously, though, do not tell Daddy! I'd lose the bed for sure!

Humble roots and rednecks

I was born a poor black child in Arkansas. Since being "rescued" last April, I have become considerably spoiled. I get a small but delightful share of certain table scraps, plenty of play time, a family that loves me even when I'm a pain in the ass. Mummy and Daddy are really concerned with exposing me to science and culture, and I've even developed a taste for coffee.

Daddy makes fun of Arkansas as a backward, redneck filled strip of land between a rock and a hard place, and threatens to send me back when I misbehave particularly badly. He's half-kidding about Arkansas, of course, but he says there's morons everywhere. As it turns out, there are backward rednecks in Colorado, to as this article describes:

Man hospitalized after putting fireworks in coffee grinder

Trailer park resident Sean Michael Ogden, 19, attempted to blend fireworks to make larger fireworks when the mixture exploded, causing serious burns. The victim once saw something on the Internet showing how smaller fireworks could be altered to make big fireworks, says a fire official, and he tried to replicate that. A fire inspector who lives about a quarter-mile away said the blast shook her house.

Citizen Frunobulax

As a canine living with 6 cats, I have some experience with their ways. They're fun to chase, and a couple of them even play with me. Boudica does this thing when she hooks her claws into the floppy loose skin of my flews (those are roughly analogous to the human upper lip, sometimes called the snout). She stretches the loose skin, and according to my daddy it's hilarious.

So, check out this cat in the picture. Some balls, eh? It that a fucking eagle?!

Who Is Citizen Frunobulax?

I, a lone wolf reporter bent on uncovering truth, humor and odd shit, am Citizen Frunobulax, and this is the first column so named. Pardon me as I chew on my ass for a moment...

As an observer of humans, I never fail to be astonished by their ideas and behavior. Here, Citizen Frunobulax relates some tales of silly shit that humans do.

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Modern times have come to China — religious teachers must now fill out a government application before they can be reincarnated.

The decree, passed in 2007, requires that applications be submitted to four different government bodies. “The selection of reincarnates must preserve national unity and solidarity of all ethnic groups, and the selection process cannot be influenced by any group or individual from outside the country.”

“Work out your own salvation,” said the Buddha. “Do not depend on others.”

Devil’s Advocate

Calling Halloween “the devil’s holiday,” in 1986 Ralph P. Forbes of London, Ark., filed suit to prevent the public schools from letting kids wear costumes to school.

He filed the suit on behalf of himself, all Christian children, and Jesus Christ. The defendants included the Arkansas Department of Education, “high priests of secular humanism,” and Satan.

U.S. District Judge George Howard Jr. continued the case, whereupon attorney John Wesley Hall Jr. offered to represent Satan pro bono. He pointed out that the Dark One doesn’t transact business, own property, or commit torts in Arkansas, and asked the judge to drop him as a defendant.

The Chicago Tribune reported drily that “efforts to reach Satan for comment were unsuccessful.”

Hegelian Dielectric

Today daddy taught Frunobulax about philosophy and electronics. As it happens, there was a fellow named Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831), a German philosopher who did not talk to his horses. His thesis on capacitance, written in Swahili while under the influence of French wines, caused a splash in the scientific and theosophical worlds. Shortly after the third publication of his book ''Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis: HowTo Store Electric Charges Using Vedic Principles of Electromagnetic Theory" in Hebrew, scores of blonde Asian hotties banded together with Madame Blatavsky to form the American Theosophical Capacitance Society (inebriation optional).

The Capititative Principle posits that if you feed raccoons while hanging upside down, a force Hegel called "frenzied catastrophic pressure" (rasenden katastrophale Druck) is built up between the food object and the raccoons mouth. Thus was born one of the pillars of modern Western philosophy; the Hegelian Dielectric.