No Moods, Ads or Cutesy Fucking Icons In love with the moment. Scared shitless of the future. end header « Red Team Blues 25 Jun 2023 Or “Beloved Old Goof”. Or “Barrel O’Greatness”. Or even “God” in Russian, at least so I’ve been told. His name was BOG, but it meant many things to many people. Note the past tense. Fuck I hate writing these things. I introduced you all to him back in 2012 , when half his fur was clear-cut and he was covered in scabs. I think I may have described him as “one of the homeliest mammals in all of southern Ontario”. He came by his scars honestly: first spotted as a full-grown adult, living rough in an abandoned car for eight years before he started doing so badly that some kindly do-gooders trapped him and started him on the road to retirement. We still had a huge Banana-shaped hole in the Magic Bungalow but of course someone p...