naming the monkey
When I first showed her the picture of the monkey at the top of this blog, my sister (the one that eats poo) thought that the monkey needed a name. She got very excited at this prospect and shortly sent me an email saying, “I think his name should be Rufus!”
I said I’d take it under advisement… but something was tickling my subconscious, some thought that his name was much simpler and much more obvious than that.
Three days later, I sat up in bed, wide-awake with the realisation:
His name is “Pants”.
Everyone, say “Hi” to Pants… the Space Monkey.

February 9th, 2006 at 10:00 am
I don’t care what you say! He’s Rufus! Mpf!