Layne remarked that the giant head of kohlrabi we bought looked a little like a beholder, what with all of the stalks coming off of it.

I couldn’t let an idea that good rest, so this happened:

I know that there’s no way for hedgehogs to understand English. Hedgehogs are very simple creatures. Dogs might be able to learn to recognize words, but hedgehogs, I’m sure, only hear noises as the massive, ominous rumblings of Scary Things From Above.

However, that being said, my little beasties are ALARMINGLY GOOD at knowing when I’ve come into their room in order to feed them, play with them and give them treats, or when I’ve come to get them for their baths and subsequent nail-trimming. I have no idea how they know. Maybe I smell different when it’s time for nail-trimming. Who knows?

Either way, I have to drag those little beasties out of their beds whenever I need to trim their nails. Poor little beasties. At least I make it up to them afterwards with plenty of wormie-treats.

For years now, Clover has used her litterbox for it’s intended purpose. I didn’t have to train her to go there – her previous owner, who had her for the first 8 months of her life – had managed to teach her that much, at least. However, in the past few months, Clover has decided that her litterbox is suddenly and magically a wonderful spa!! She takes thrice-daily rolls in the clay desert, seemingly loving every moment of it. (She does not, however, love the increase in baths that her new hobby has earned her.)

I suspect that she’s got dry skin that I just simply can’t see, and is trying to scratch herself using her litter. Hopefully, the dry skin treatments I’ve managed to find online will help clear that up, and I won’t need to worry about picking little brown lumps out from her quills any longer…

Hedgehogs. They are filthy beasts.

Iguanodon, named for their iguana-like teeth, should really have been called Thumbsupasaurus. Many illustrations of the Iguanodon show them standing around in the swamp, a vacant, cow-like expression on their face, and their arms held stiffly out before them with their thumb-spikes pointed to the skies. They look like the eternal yes-men of the Jurassic/early-to-late-Cretaceous.

“Hey, what’s up Iguanodon?”

“Not much, man! Take it easy!” *thumbs up*

This joke, I think, would have been funnier had Layne taken Art History alongside me. I certainly though it was HI-larious, but if you’ve never heard of the famous Baroque painter, Peter Paul Rubens, it’s substantially less funny. (Though, he did think I was making a Dangeresque reference, which is equally as geeky and obscure.)

Food puns. This is not the worst of them, nor, I fear, the last of them…

Also, reubens made with cheddar instead of swiss are quite good, despite what the sandwich purists say!

If you have seen the music video for “Weapon of Choice” by Fatboy Slim, then you know exactly what I’m talking about.  If you haven’t, I imagine that I sound entirely mad. Also, you’re missing out on one of the best videos of all time. I mean, it has flying Christopher Walken, what more do you need?!?!?

Random interjections like this are frequent when I’m doodling. Not so when I’m drawing, since that takes a little bit more brain power and I usually draw in silence, but there’s something about doodling that makes random thoughts pop into my head and demand to be said, no matter how odd they are.

Anyway. Without further ado, here’s the video I was referencing. Try to listen to it without dancing, I dare you.