this day in bugg history

bugglena again

I’m not sure that was all she was famous for, but it’s certainly what the Buggs thought was most important.

“unsinkable”

I would not dream of suggesting that the problem may have arisen from the workers’ habit of welding and riveting on the same piece of metal, which I am sure is totally ok from a construction, safety and metallurgical point of view, and in no way compromised the integrity of the structure at all in any way.

Also, someone please tell Mrs Bugg that if she’s got a welder’s mask on, she need not squint.

we’ll always have paris

Inanimate objects with antennae: one of my favorite things in the world.

car bugby

There are few things I love more than Top Gear car sports. Bugg re-enactments of Top Gear car sports would be one of those things.

“Do you know what “hallowed ground” means?”
“Temporary?”
“Yes. ‘Our father, who art in heaven, temporary be thy name.'”

geronibugg

Is this the same sort of national shame for the bugg-world as it is for ours?

Probably.

buggwarts

It will never get old for me that all universities in the bugg world are wizarding schools.

(Clearly, bugg-world universities don’t prevent first-years from bringing their brooms. Or maybe these are second-years. Or maybe I think about this sort of thing too much.)

tartan awesomeness

Continuing our theme of UNBELIEVABLE CUTENESS, Mrs Bugg’s great big bushy beard is just side-splitting, as is her giant, bigger-than-she-is greatsword. Mr Bugg with his spiffy crown, ankh sceptre and wee short sword of pointiness are just an extra helping of awesome. Like sprinkles on ice cream.

high noon

Let us not focus on the historical inaccuracy, and instead focus on the the MIND-BREAKING ADORABLENESS of gun holsters on buggs with no hips.

And when that’s had a chance to sink in and make your world a better place, may I direct your attention to Mrs Bugg’s spurs?

You are welcome.

live from the moon

You guys, the little arms holding the television camera? ARE KILLING ME. To say nothing of the antennae or the bow.

Seriously. Dead from cute.

trade your guitar for a gun

Oh my goodness, the hair. And the guitar. And the rifle. And the clipboard. I just love the details.

love the brandenbuggs

Oh, man. I love love LOVE the Brandenbugg Concertos.

And how cute is Mr Bugg, sitting at that grand piano? His posture is impeccable. Mrs Bugg’s clasped hands and heart-spewing head are the icing on the cake.

that’s a hell of a commute

Seriously, how long did it take to get from Scot~~land~~bugg to London in the seventeenth century? It probably made L.A. on a rainy Thursday look like a cakewalk.

Also, the Buggs were probably squealing with joy at the conjunction of royalty and Scotbugg, two of their very most favorite things ever.

don’t hate on science, Tennessee

Because heaven forfend someone might have a different, evidence-based view of the world, that conflicts with what your invisible skydaddy was said to have said, in a book badly-translated ten thousand times and from which you already pick and choose like some sort of fucking religious buffet. I’m looking at you, shrimp-eaters, beard-shavers, and polyester-wearers.

(Re: the drawing, I loves me some evolution-of-Bugg stuff, and the perspective making their hands look like huge Mickey Mouse hands. BUT SERIOUSLY STOP HATING ON SCIENCE, PEOPLE EVERYWHERE.)

papal headgear: your source for all that is weird

Seriously?

where does Mrs Bugg find those sticks?

I mean, seriously. She always manages to find the perfect branch to toast a dozen marshmallows, while anytime I’m camping, it’s hard to find a single one that’s the right length and width and let’s just go with I am jealous, shall we?