Out of many, one.  And that one is very small.

Apparently, if my German ist nicht completely für Scheisse (which it is — that’s pretty much all the German I know, right there), this is one of over a dozen small pudus in the Wuppertal Zoo in western Germany.

Over a dozen pudus in one place?  I must visit Germany, then.

Few zoos who do pudu do more than a few.  But Wuppertal Zoo do pudu by the slew.

I just came back from getting my teeth cleaned.

Turns out Samuel L. Jackson and I have the same dentist.

Then again (and I swear this is true), the first year I lived here, I also had the same hair stylist as Larry from the Three Stooges.

We should probably call it even.

If the below seems like too much to handle, and you’d just like to get the hell away for a while… just buy some of this cheese.

(Actually, you can probably find even cheaper air tix by visiting the Trebekistan.com travel links — just click over and play around in the right-hand column for a while.)

Today, anyway.  Usually there’s a lot of cool good hopeful stuff, too.  But at the moment, well, yaaaaagh:

Another nice review:

A reminder, if you’re looking: almost every physical bookstore I’ve visited has Trebekistan not under Humor, Autobiography, or TV, but under "Puzzles & Games."

Usually it’s mixed in with the crosswords, Sudoku, and Texas Hold’em books.

As I’ve said, though, there’s also something weirdly satisfying about seeing a book about your own life categorized under "Puzzles."

I mean, yes.  Exactly.