You are single-handedly grumping up the entire animal kingdom. I suggest you look beyond mammals next. How about Grumpy Red-bellied Sapsucker, or Grumpy Black Mamba? (There may already be a “Grumpy Black Mama,” so be careful to avoid typos.)
The mammals are pretty grumpy about what we’ve done to their world. Anyway, I have a rule – I can only use four syllables to name a grumpy blog, two of which have to be ‘grumpy’. So Grumpy Elephant is out, but Grumpy Titmouse might be available. Maybe I could use one of Spanqi’s bare ladies for an icon on that one.
Picked up an interesting book today. The Grand Inquisitor’s Manual: A History of Terror in the Name of God. I figure it will come in handy if I want to start my own Church of the Climatapocalypse.
I’m a gourmande. I was merely asking in order to consider the possibility of, someday, maybe in the future (definately not in the past), considering the remote chance of maybe trying the recipe. Asking for information is not rude (well, actually, if you are a right-wing christo-fascist dominionist ass-halo politician, then any request for actual information would be considered rude).
Do you use duct tape or packing tape for the chipmunks?
You can’t fool The Lion. You wanted to know where the stick went. Rude!
In any event, it’s an old family recipe involving certain rituals evoking various natural Satanic forces, a potato peeler, and the sacrifice of a right-wing christo-fascist virgin. Beyond that I’m not a liberty to say.