It’s the end of the year … like many folk, my exhaustion levels are very, very high … so I’m finding a lot of things either hysterically funny, or tragically melancholy. On the hysterically funny side, are the number of otter-related comments I’ve been getting since the “I am sure I have a pet otter” dream. This has included Jeff VanderMeer’s warnings about rabid otters and my mum texting me to say there had been a news report about people being attacked by otters in the US (not Jeff VanderMeer). And that’s the otters attacking people, not Jeff attacking people.
I think we may be seeing the Rise of the Otter … Jason Fischer claimed the Age of the Puffin was upon us, but I posit that the Otter is, in fact, in ascent. Bow down to our otter overlords, people!
And wear this t-shirt:
T-shirt from my new favourite place, TopatoCo. I still love you, ThinkGeek, but we need a little time apart.
I missed your dream, I’m sorry, or I’d have mentioned my otters-in-space story, now online: http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/fiction/3801/velvet-revolution
Snicker, snicker. Gotta love those sleek little beasties.
What more proof does one need of the superiority of the otter? Ain’t no puffins in space!
That’s because the Puffin is a multidimensional bird, and doesn’t NEED your stinking “space”. It scoffs at your rocket-propelled rodents.
*sends gangsta otters after the mealy-mouthed puffins*
I find all of this otterly ridiculous.
You may go and sit in the pun corner with Jason Fischer.