Every morning Mortimer stands up on one of our kitchen chairs and crosses another day off the calendar.
Another day closer to the end of the SETI@home race, another day closer to the cow that he loves. Only five more days to go now.
The Dutch Menace over at Team Betronic (boo, hiss) has been gathering steam and continues to gnaw at our lead, but to my great amazement I think that the incredibly cute yet deeply feared Team Newkirk (yay, yay) may just pull a rabbit out of the hat and unite Mortimer and Dutchie on this side of the Atlantic.
I'd like to say those tiptoe-ing through the tulips windmill builders are going down, but man oh man it's right to the wire, eh. Those folks be geeks, there's some serious hardware over there in the Netherlands. They get one or two members with some results already accumulated and Mortimer is going to be wearing wooden shoes--and loving it, because the only thing that matters to him is The Woman He Loves.
It's pitiful, really, the guy is head over hooves in love. There are little plush lip prints all over the part of my screen that display's Dutchie's face when Mortimer loads her homepage.
In other news, Mortimer's brother over in Oz, who's living with Andiegrrl has sent a picture.
Mortimer said his bro is stylin', a real hep-moose.
I'm not exactly sure where a moose would pick up slang like that, but I'm starting to think Mortimer is spending way, way too much time on-line.
As if I can talk, eh.
There has been an outpouring of sympathy for the plight of one small moose. The incredibly cute and deeply talented Paul of Rilting fame has even made a button for the Do It For The Moose Campaign.
Here's where the instructions are on how to get it.
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