Actual current Adobe online ad, noticed on several pages of Salon.com:

Docomunents?

In a moment of supreme holiday football-induced delirium, I got it in my head today that somewhere there must be a college called Pudu State, or at least that Pudu State gear would look kinda cool.

Curious, I went to the old CafePress store, which I haven’t bothered with in a couple of years, and made up a logo for a sweatshirt for myself.

Btw, if anyone asks, the team is called the Foraging Ungulates, and the school’s official colors are ecru, buff, and khaki. Other teams in the conference include Duiker College, Muntjac University, Dik-Dik School of Cosmetology, and Klipspringer A&M.

And I may have eaten too much tryptophan today.

Still, there might be between five and fifty readers of this site who might want something similar as an odd impulse gift of their own, especially with the holiday shopping season bearing down on us all. So, what the heck — CafePress made it ridiculously easy to proliferate the idea across all sorts of interesting swag. Consider the idea shared.

While I was at it, I also tried out the old Robert Indiana tribute Pudu logo, which looks surprisingly cool on handbags, dog T-shirts, and other things I wouldn’t have expected.

If anyone actually buys any of this stuff, I’ll make a dollar or two on every sale, which I’ll put toward this site’s monthly upkeep.

I’ve also put a couple of the old products up, just in case somebody wants a 12-language office clock or a T-shirt that simply says "Impeach."

Whether or not you click over to the CafePress store and show your alumni pride in the Foraging Ungulate Nation… happy post-Thanksgiving compulsory shopping trauma period, everybody.

PS — CafePress has a banner ad they want sellers to run for the next few days, shouting about free shipping on orders over $75. But I hate giant banner ads, so here – click away if you like:

Regular visitors know that I spend a good deal of pudu-related space spewing purest balderdash about the habits of small creatures. This week’s absurdity is actually real.

Last week I posted this note about participating in the European Quizzing Championships, which included some of the most lunatic and delightful questions I’ve ever seen — one of which asked us to name a kind of civet, common in the Balearic Islands, which marks its territory by doing handstands.

I couldn’t answer the question myself.  I was too busy giggling at the mental picture, and at the absurd sight of seeing competitors from fifteen countries nonchalantly nodding and writing down their answers, as if handstanding Balearic civets are in no way unexpected or wondrous.  Can the world truly be this comfortable with its own weirdness?  Apparently so.

Here’s our answer, as it appeared on the tournament’s big projection screen, and in four languages, no less:

The genet, dear readers, is our little self-inverting anus-gland-exposing gymnastic Mediterranean friend.

What am I thankful for in this year’s installment of socially compelled Two Minutes Gratitude? Many, many things. But most of all, to live in a world so strange and magnificent in the first place.

Have a gleeful holiday.  If you’re in the Balearic Islands, please hug a handstanding civet for me.

(And yes, I know genets don’t really like to be hugged.  But millions of Americans are getting hugs they don’t really want today, too.  So think of it as sharing the holiday spirit.)

Regular visitors know that I spend a good deal of pudu-related space spewing purest balderdash about the habits of small creatures. This week’s absurdity is actually real.

Last week I posted this note about participating in the European Quizzing Championships, which included some of the most lunatic and delightful questions I’ve ever seen — one of which asked us to name a kind of civet, common in the Balearic Islands, which marks its territory by doing handstands.

I couldn’t answer the question myself.  I was too busy giggling at the mental picture, and at the absurd sight of seeing competitors from fifteen countries nonchalantly nodding and writing down their answers, as if handstanding Balearic civets are in no way unexpected or wondrous.  Can the world truly be this comfortable with its own weirdness?  Apparently so.

Here’s our answer, as it appeared on the tournament’s big projection screen, and in four languages, no less:

The genet, dear readers, is our little self-inverting anus-gland-exposing gymnastic Mediterranean friend.

What am I thankful for in this year’s installment of socially compelled Two Minutes Gratitude? Many, many things. But most of all, to live in a world so strange and magnificent in the first place.

Have a gleeful holiday.  If you’re in the Balearic Islands, please hug a handstanding civet for me.

(And yes, I know genets don’t really like to be hugged.  But millions of Americans are getting hugs they don’t really want today, too.  So think of it as sharing the holiday spirit.)

Back in the US, still catching up, but had to share this: