Let me start off this fine, fine morning by saying that I am not monkey-obsessed, nor do I intend to invite monkeys exclusively to the Pony Party.  That’s not how I do.

Answer: these 2 tigers:

Years ago, I lived on my boat at Squalicum Harbor in Bellingham, WA.  The boat was way, way out at the end of the dock – next to the breakwater on the end, in a physically huge basin.  There were other boats around me, but I was the only one nuts enough to be living out there on the end, at the time.  I was awakened one morning by the whack of something on the hull.  Whack.  Long pause.  Whack whack (from different sides).  I start to fall back asleep.  WHACK!

Not his best speech, or the best video montage, but it struck me today as I watched.  It’s the same choice now, I think.  Basically.

I saw the happy lemurs in the earlier pony party thread and the discussion of whimsy, and almost took this down!  But it’s one of those moments in our time where the hinges creaked, the door moved open or shut, the world changed.

Good morning!!

They appear in the essay column, and due to their frequency and the additional open fora that will appear on the Front Page (more on that later), are meant to scroll away.  So please, don’t recommend the Pony Party essay.  I know it’s tough.  We’re nice people, and we like to give acknowledgment.  Trust me, we won’t take it personally.  But you know who might?  The person who gets bumped off of the Recommended Essays list by a Pony Party.  Put yourself in his/her shoes.

A short, somewhat meandering, but still memorable flick of Angela talkin’.

Which she does, as always, very well…