Lady at Fleur de Pain was wetting herself laughing…
Everything’s not lost
The times, they are a changing.
From yesterday to today, nothing has physically changed. No decision has been made. Things are pretty much as they were 24-48h ago. Except now I have an immense feeling of dread and despair. I’m unconsciously humming coldplay. I’m thinking black thoughts. This is completely irrational behaviour and I know this. It’s not a normal response. It’s probably triggered by similar past events, but it doesn’t make it less real or easier to deal with.
I sure picked a fucking great time to quit smoking.
Another Divinum in the books
It’s my 9th year volunteering and I still love interacting with the winemakers (except for that one ass who yelled at me).
It’s a dog’s life
This is the sort of love note I get
Tell me your dog was raised by cats
Meet the newest gladiator: Bavalanche!
Real Name: Bavalanche
Breed: Bulldog
Nickname(s): The Drool Doom
Height: Low to the ground, impossible to move
Weight: Classified (but the floor knows)
Speed: Slow start… unstoppable finish
Strength: Shockingly high for a creature that snores
Endurance: Infinite naps, short bursts of chaos
Forged in the couch cushions of Switzerland and fueled by raw, unfiltered farts, Bavalanche brings a wet, rumbling menace to the arena. What starts as a gentle drip quickly becomes a full-scale slobber disaster. Once he commits, there is no traction, no escape, only drool.
💥 Signature moves:
THE DROOL SLIDE – Sudden head shake creates a hazard zone no human can stand in
THE BAVE BLAST – Direct eye contact followed by an unstoppable slobber launch
THE NAP FAKE-OUT – Appears asleep… explodes into action
THE WRINKLE LOCK – Confuses opponents with sheer facial complexity
🏟️ Arena speciality:
The Eliminator – Turns the floor into a slip-and-fall nightmare
Powerball – Guards the ball by simply sitting on it
Joust – Unmoved. Unbothered. Slightly damp.
🎤 Catchphrase
“No traction, no mercy!”
🎶 Theme song
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…
MAKE SOME NOISE FOR… BAAAAAA—VAAAAA—LAAAAAANCHE!!!”
“HIDE YOUR SHOES… PROTECT YOUR SNACKS…
THE DROOL DOOM HAS ENTERED THE ARENA!”
*Bavalanche snorts, shakes head, drool flies in slow motion. Camera zooms. Crowd loses it.*
Sophie the hamster is no more
By hamster reckoning, Sophie was antediluvian. Hamsters have an average lifespan of less than 2 years. Sophie was a few months shy of her 3rd birthday. We got her around easter and she saw 3 Christmases. She lived off of benevolent neglect, aided by her emotional support cat. In the end, she was slowing down but we tried to let her life her best life.
































