When weasels attack...

Yes, it's a new squeaky toy - this time a squeaky shark rather than the ubiquitous rubber chicken. It also seems to be made of sterner stuff, so that may mean it lives a little longer than their previous victim.

I know, it seems like all I do recently is post ferret pictures. I'll try and post something more interesting over the weekend, if I can summon up the inspiration! :P

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I'm currently working my way through season 2 of Slings and Arrows (and as an aside, I can't begin to say how great Paul Gross is in it, considering I wasn't really a fan of his until I saw H2O and then season 1 of this, both of which I recommend highly!).

This little example shows how oddly wired up my brain is: there's an episode set in winter time, there's snow (well, it's Canada! :P) and music is playing over scenes of Geoffrey trying to figure out just how he's supposed to be staging Macbeth and Ellen bringing her Christmas tree home and decorating it. And my brain goes 'I wonder why they're playing 'The Red Flag' over this?'

Yes, think about that for a moment... *headdesk*