buggs’ life

whispered stories

stories [click to embiggen]

Those look like quite exciting stories you’re telling, Buggs. I really hope those whispers didn’t translate to those dreams where you’re trying to run away, except your legs weigh a ton and the bad guys start to catch up, and then you can’t scream because your voice has gone, and for some reason none of your punches connect, your fingernails aren’t long enough to hurt as you drag them down the bad guys’ faces, and you’re about to smother under the weight of your own terror …

… I really hope you’re whispering stories about kittens and puppies and baby sheeps and stoats and things like that.

Please?

lullaby

lullaby [click to embiggen]

The Buggs, with their two-bugg multi-instrument band thing happening here, are super adorable, which is an excellent thing indeed, because how fucking scary do I look? Holy crap.

boredom is the mother of invention

mother of invention [click to embiggen]

I can’t wait to see what comes of this day of profitable boredom!

the great herds

twizzler drives [click to embiggen]

The strawberry ones are my favorite. All others are an abomination unto Nuggan.

get in the tardis

get in the tardis [click to embiggen]

That must have been the week the new season started? I can’t really remember it; therefore, it must have been a killer party.

sleeping with the enemy, part two

naps [click to embiggen]

I don’t blame them. Kitten-hunting is hard work, and Arthur’s like velvet.

vengeance

vengeance [click to embiggen]

Or maybe it’s more like hide and seek? I don’t know. And frankly, Windle’s a bigger dick than Arthur any day.

not “just”

best buggs [click to embiggen]

Hand-holding Buggs are awesome, and adorable, and smile inducing, even on the worst of days. Do not underestimate the power of “just” Buggs.

no one expects nutmeg

spice rack [click to embiggen]

I swear to gods that’s a spice rack.

NEVER CHANGE, BUGGS.

be careful not to shoot your horse

red bugg redemption [click to embiggen]

We started playing this game in large part because of listening to Wil Wheaton describe playing it during a panel at Phoenix Comicon lo these many years ago. He specifically mentioned accidentally shooting his horse, and how horrifying it was, and all I could think was, dude, it’s a horse, it’s pretty big, you’d think it’d be easy to miss. Well, no. It is horrifyingly easy to shoot your horse. WTF, Rockstar Games. WTF.

I am therefore glad that Mr and Mrs Bugg appear to be confining their activities to roping and practicing their quickdraw.

funny, it never does that to me

goofballs [click to embiggen]

On the other hand, they were prescribed for someone who weighs probably a thousand times more than they do, so I suppose we’re lucky they’re even still alive, much less happy with their circumstances, so … let’s call this a win.

I mean, look at those swirly eyes. They’ve got to be having fun, right?

batting cleanup

batting cleanup [click to embiggen]

There were no issues, Buggs, I PROMISE YOU.

under the knife, for real this time

under the knife [click to embiggen]

I can only assume that the original post was for the day I thought I was getting my thumb surgery, but which turned out to be only a consultation with the surgeon, and that this is the day I actually watched a guy in scubs playing with my tendon.

All righty, then!

memorial

memorial [click to embiggen]

The Buggs are not as irreverent as they look; when a work colleague of Loki’s passed away unexpectedly, the funeral arrangements specified that attendees should wear their favorite geeky shirt.

That is exactly the sort of thing I’m specifying in my will, too.

this tuba goes to eleven

really loud [click to embiggen]

So every night, Loki kisses me goodnight and says “I’ll keep the Buggs quiet”, or “I’ll make sure the Buggs aren’t too rambunctious”, because yes, the Buggs really are a big and adorable part of our lives. Shut up, it’s cute.

ANYWAY, clearly, they have been chafing at these restrictions, and have found the loudest things in their Closet of Things, and are about to make All The Noise.

I bet it was GLORIOUS.

the thing of ultimate cold

ultimate cold [click to embiggen]

I know what you’re going to say.

You’re going to say, “Why do jelly beans need to be chilled?” Or, “what on earth is that, some sort of whackass Christmas tree topper?” Or even, “Who makes ice cubes in that shape?”

And I answer you: “It doesn’t matter the slightest little bit that jellybeans don’t need chilling, or that the thing is weird, or that that would be the weirdest ice cube tray ever, because they went all the way to the arctic for it, in those KILLER fuzzy, hooded coats and boots and sporty goggles, and they did it out of love, so you just shut your pie-hole and stop being such a Critical Charlie, ok?”

Ahem.

en garde

duels [click to embiggen]

Look at Mr Bugg there: he’s wearing the beekeeper helmet, holding his rapier delicately, ready to strike for the heart after dancing around for a little bit.

Mrs Bugg, on the other hand, clearly believes in bringing a gun to a knife fight, as it were.

arctic ice

ice [click to embiggen]

Because of my stupid thumb surgery. How freaking adorable are those buggs? The huge fuzzy coats, the goggles, the tofubeast sled? I’ll tell you: they are brain-breakingly adorable.

Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOKI!

cleanliness is next to buggliness

hygiene [click to embiggen]

Yet another example of why the Buggs are just weird sometimes: Loki’s checkup was a regular one, not involving hygiene at all, yet here we have the Buggs, industriously scrubbing away.

I mean, ten out of ten for keeping the crannies clean, but minus ten million for the failed logical leap.

nightmare help

nightmare help [click to embiggen]

Aww, thanks, Buggs! Love the van. And the binoculars. And the headphones. And the fact that you apparently have a full-fledged surveillance op ready to go at a moment’s notice.