There's a face not even a mother could love

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
We are sweet and innocent baby butts.
 

Gives a new meaning to the term "butt head"

It's Mo Monday!

Ever see a sign and immediately feel compelled to do the opposite as it instructs? That's essentially the dictionary definition of Mo. When he spied this "Wet Paint" sign he insisted on climbing onto the table in question. As you can see, we tried to stop him. Luckily, the paint was pretty much dry.
 

No flimsy piece of paper will tell Mo what to do.

Secret meetings?

Today Shoes approached Speck. "Spoof is...", said Shoes.

Might be up your butt eating a ham sandwich , Shoes

Luckily, Speck resisted the temptation to be rude and/or sarcastic and simply pointed at Spoof who happened to be about ten feet away and practically within sight. Responding to the summons, Spoof walked over to where Shoes and Speck were standing. "What's up," said Spoof. Shoes wouldn't answer, only looked pointedly at Speck until Speck walked away.

Now, we understand that sometimes there are conversations you have to have discretely. Our complaint here is with the procedure. Would it have been that difficult to ask Speck to give them some space? Or, here's a crazy thought: take the meeting to an office where you don't have to worry about being overheard.

The worst part is what this meeting was about. Shoes was telling Spoof that not only has an interim director been named, she'd actually been in the building working all day and had met everyone except Spoof and Speck. This was so important and sensitive that Shoes couldn't tell Speck as well?

 

Happy Blogiversary!

This marks the end of our second full year bringing you the crazy stories from Tartarus. It's been an insane year. Most notably, we've seen the exit of the Hutt! We'd like to thank any readers out there who've stuck with us through the year. As a special bonus to our loyal readers, anyone who comments on this post in the next week (that is, by the end of the day on July the 29th) will have a specially drawn post dedicated to them here on Falling Down the Death Stare.

Here's a quick overview of the characters who've appeared on the Death Stare this year. How many can you identify?

Lastly, we'd like to leave you with our most special Mo photo: Rabid Mo on the Death Stairs.

Here's to another year of insanity and mayhem

It's Mo Monday!

We're not sure what all of this stuff was that we found on a picnic table. Apart from what looks like a handle, most of it was too rusty to identify as anything. Someone commented that the one chunk looked sort of like a face. Mo was entranced by that notion.
 

He decided he must have it for a mask. Of course, the metal was surprisingly heavy, far too heavy for his little squirrel forepaws to lift. So, he snarled and snapped at everyone until one brave soul helped him hold it up to his face. The one positive: with a think chunk of metal over his face, Mo couldn't bite anyone.

Every animal loves plastic, you know

We used to collect empty bottles and cans at Tartarus to return them for the deposit (Yes, Tartarus is in one of those states). With the collected money we might buy a bag of candy or box of donuts for the staff on a special occasion. That all ended when the Hutt declared that the empty bottles (mostly empty water bottles) were attracting mice. That's right, apparently a mouse's favorite food is a plastic water bottle. 

While this was stupid and annoying, we'd mostly moved on and forgotten about it. Then Opie suggested this week that we collect bottles and cans to promote a fundraiser. Why is it cans for staff attract vermin but cans for a "good cause" are a delight?

Some scouts bring mad cow disease

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
Fine, bring my rabies inside.