The bees, but beesheep hybrids don't sound much better.

And maybe Marine One (x3) just went by.

Except I thought that was tomorrow. Maybe also a practice run?

I find the bee story mildly terrifying. I give your friend props for working with his hive despite their agressivity.

Randomly, the beesheeps remind me of the Monty Python sketch about the French airsheeps. "Ou sont les passagers?"

The beesheeps take me to a Night Vale place. Which isn't a caught up place. Can anyone really be caught up, with all the live shows and non-podcast ones? Well, I guess Cecil mostly is.

A fic recently taught me the spelling of Khoshekh. That surprised me. I don't know what I was expecting.

That was one of the first Monty Python sketches I ever saw, which caused me to instantly fall in love with the show. (Well, the first part of the sketch, anyway. "Notice they do not so much fly as plummet.")

I can't remember a world without Monty Python, but I imagine it was back in the Sesame Street/Mr Rodgers days.

I can remember a world without Monty Python. It was England. Every time the show started with the weird animation I'd change the channel. I didn't make it past the credits until university forced me into it--much like the Beatles (they didn't violate me, I just never listened to their druggie music (says the Bob Marley devotee) until university made it inescapable). I picked up a lot of English pop culture in Montreal.

Sometime around '74 or '75 we noticed it was on a Green Bay public television station. I was around 9 or 10 when I first stumbled upon it. I had no idea about its existence before then.

The very first sketch I saw was "How not to be seen," which totally confused me at first.

eta: "be", not "bee." I have bees on the brain. Soon they will shoot out of my mouth.

Makes me wonder if the Buddhist monks only wear cotton they picked and spun themselves.

Cotton is the all-you-can-eat ice cream bar for bugs, which is why more pesticides are sprayed on cotton than almost any other crop. To get cotton without killing, those monks would have to spend 24 hours a day gently escorting bugs to a haven miles away.

But mulesing continues to "save" the sheep from issues generated from breeding for maximum skin area.

The wrinkly Merino sheep are grown in Australia because they require very little water. The wrinkly dung-caked skin around the anus is viewed by a nasty native fly as a great place to raise a family. The fly's larva (which have teeth!) kill the sheep horribly. Great strides have been made in breeding less wrinkly sheep that can survive in Australia's climate, and more humane methods of mulesing have been developed. PETA, as is its wont, blows all this out of proportion because its stand is that we shouldn't use anything from animals. They don't seem to have addressed the fact that if Australian sheep owners said, "Fly free, little sheep," most of the sheep would have lives that were nasty, brutal and short.

Yeah, we watched Monty Python on PBS. I probably should not have watched Monty Python as young as I did, but really it was so weird that the stuff that was over my head was just additional weird stuff, not must-figure-out-what-that-means stuff.

I've subscribed to a Night Vale podcast but have yet to listen. Never seems like the right time or environment to start it, somehow.

I was, of course, trying to reference The Simpsons.