BobHarris.com - Friday pudublogging: handmade edition

Books! With Pages, Covers, and More!

"A rollicking ride of intellectual discovery and emotional growth... his comic timing never fails"

-- The Wall Street Journal

"A surprisingly touching memoir"

-- Entertainment Weekly

"Effortlessly funny and informative... tender, human, and very wise... A must for anyone who loves Jeopardy!, or has ever seen it, or is breathing."

-- Joss Whedon, creator, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Who Hates Whom:
Well-Armed Fanatics,
Intractable Conflicts,
and Various Things Blowing Up
A Woefully Incomplete Guide™

“Revelatory... Harris's sly wit and infectious curiosity make understanding world chaos fascinating... witty, horrific, and necessary.”

-- Boston Globe

"Brave... irreverent... charges into the thick of the globe's myriad simmering wars... hilariously relaxed."

-- New York Observer

“Fascinating, enlightening, and surprisingly: NOT TOTALLY DEPRESSING.”

-- John Hodgman,
author, The Areas of My Expertise
and correspondent for The Daily Show

Main

Rude Pundit

Friday pudublogging: handmade edition

Tag it now -

Friday, 29 April 2005

This week's pudu was lovingly crafted by hand and sent here as a present by generous readers Adam and Christie:

He's about three inches tall, and fully poseable, although I've been reluctant to move him even slightly because he's pretty much perfect already. So he just sits on my TV and peeks down over the edge sometimes to see what I'm watching. The ribbon around his neck is attached to a card explaining how to take care of his fur. A bit like Paddington Bear, really, only from Chile instead of Peru.

Adam and Christie, thanks. This made me so happy that I briefly wished for a hundred more to give out. And then suddenly I could see myself turning into freakin' Marie Osmond, hawking 700 varieties of the same damn doll on QVC. And I recoiled in fear.

Now that's happy.

Hell, it could still happen. Five years from now I'm surrounded by a bunch of doe-eyed plush toys, petting them like they're actually alive.

Not on TV. In a hotel room out by the interstate.

It's the room the maids are afraid to go into.

Dudes, if I slip a cog and start to go there, please, please reel me in.

Some of you might argue that happened a long time ago.

Still, I get about a dozen emails a week from people delighted by discovering these tiny animals for themselves in zoos or just surfing out from this site and reading about them. Thanks very, very much for that. Makes my day.