The other day I was downtown at Reading Frenzy buying all these zines to send to Princess Leia Orgasma who had to go under the lazer recently, when I realized that paper is pretty damn cool. My next thought was that I should totally start a paper blog that could be collated into a monthly zine and disseminated throughout Portland in some sort of underground and anonymous fashion like leaving them on the bus. Then I realized that paper blogs are just journals and I’ve already got one of those which isn’t that interesting. Further, as I’ve been neglecting my online blog perhaps now isn’t the time to start this sort of project. Or maybe it is.

The Peepertons moved into the big coop this afternoon and weren’t even pecked to death by the Pinkertons. Unfortunately they managed to squeeze under the chickenwire in one spot and I was only able to apprehend two of them. The third has elected to spend the night hiding in the ivy. As dark settled in I asked Snowpea to crawl back there making “chicken scaring” noises because I would really prefer this peep to go back in the coop, and instead of rousting a live peep she found the grisly remains of the missing Pinkerton. Bummer. I wonder why we never smelled it? Tomorrow I’ll get that carcass out of there and perhaps pick up a little “sorry you touched an old gross chicken corpse” gift for Snowpea, like some hand sanitizer. Just kidding, it’ll be better than that.