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I hope you all had a yummy Thanksgiving. How nice to have an extended weekend to reflect and give thanks for everything meaningful and dear to our hearts, as well as for all the little things that make us smile. I, for one, am giddy with thanks to whoever created this crazy cover.  It really has it all - a nerdboy, an authentic Commodore calculator zipping through space and a gorgeous salon                                                    makeover! 

Finding Nothin'!

Psst! Up here - it's me, Fever, hiding in a square void in the forest. Don't ask me how I got here, the important thing is that I'm finally free of those two. I couldn't take it anymore - their endless dabbling with hair products, eyebrow tweezers, exfoliating loofahs and moisturizing masks. They've been like that all their lives! But not with me, no sirree, I'm putting my paw down! They can find another dog to humiliate. I just want to roll in the mud, chase squirrels and eat food out of the trash. I'm not gonna let some nancy-boys paint my nails and try to give me a home perm. They can look for me all they want...I won't be found!

Attention Whore!

WTF is my stupid sister doing now?! God, I hate her! Always trying to get attention. Last week it was that unfortunate Pop Rocks incident, last night it was that lame attempt at channeling Janis Joplin at the seance, and now she's going all Da Vinci on me with her latest flying contraption. It never ends! Even the birds are embarrassed for her. She's looking at me, isn't she, seeing if I notice? Don't look at her - you'll only encourage her. Contemplate my gorgeous blond hair and furrowed brow instead.