Over the Steve Hedge
Totally and completely nicked from comics.com
If you haven’t stopped foraging long enough to go see Over The Hedge yet, I must insist that you do so.
Some may see this as a movie for kids, or some sort of eco-statement in cute-animated-creature’s clothing, and they’d be right. But that didn’t stop me from thoroughly enjoying it.
Twice.
This week.
Some scenes of note: Hammie and the cookie, The Matrix-esque Hammie on caffeine, and Oz’s death scene. Don’t worry. He’s a possum. It’s what they do.
Added bonus: The movie’s website is hours of silliness, though not especially highbrow. However, I found the comic strip online which I have been rummaging through like a Hammie digging for a nut.
Ok, you’ve made me want to go see the movie. Someone from work saw it too and said it was good, but now that I’ve heard more than one good review, I think I might just go and see.
It’ll change how you look at squirrels and raccoons. In a good way.
Changing the way you see raccoons
Yesterday we went for a lovely walk, yes in the torrential rain, up into the Junction to help Jotu move. (roro – I love this Star Trek naming convention thing!) We had a wonderful afternoon disassembling, boxing and culling our