Thylacines Dream of Fictive Sheep

Alas, poor Thylacine, Mankind knew thee well.

Snow and Kolovrat and Sunshine

ein thousand parole.

Natives Wait With Shovels Ready

Are comments really necessary? It's almost sunny here today, quite decent weather.

Playboy's Snow Plough Drivers

This way even if you were stuck on the road for hours and hours, you'd still be happy and satisfied with the pretty job the road crews were doing.

Some demon whispered "Have a purpose..."

Also, just have to draw attention to a post at the official Slovenian Radio and TV website asking "Where Neanderthals the first Metrosexuals", which is just about the most pathetic, tabloidy coverage of the discovery of neanderthal body paints (the author of the aforementioned article calls them "lipstick") I've yet seen. Of course the post isn't even original, a google search on neanderthals and metrosexuals brings up the Daily Mail article on the same topic from one day before. So we have the example of a "journalist" K. S. basically plagiarizing/summarizing a day-old Daily Mail article, down to the rather bad "joke" in the title, all without referencing the original article. Now, I wouldn't care, but this is a frikkin' state owned broadcaster and website, so this frikkin' hack is getting paid out of our fine Slovenian taxes and TV contributions to _plagiarize_ drivel.

A Chance of Drunk Snow Men

Thick Clouds Obscure Outlook

The Other Eight Lives

He returned after a few millennia ...

Knives and Searches

I've been a bit lax writing for a while, but here's a story to make things up.

Once upon a time there was a smoked meat product that had grown hard and cruel with age. It's fats had gone yellow, it's flesh black. It proceeded to hatch a plot with a vicious sharp knife to make a break for freedom, fame and fortune.
This unsavory duo crossed the path of a poor soul, poor in that he was a job-seeker in a time of recession with an odd sociologically coloured education quite unsuited to the basic demands of a market economy and real life. True to their plot, they callously tried to maim and wound this poor soul. The meat product slipped treachorously, taking the knife's blade deep into said soul's flesh.
Alas, the knife turned traitor again. The soul recaptured the meat product and finger-wound well-bandaged proceeded to sever the meat product into small pieces and consume them all, to the very last.
Thus ended the tale of the old meat product.

:)