I had no idea how much dear Benedict resembles an otter. But here it is, unarguably presented to us by the wonderful Red Scharlach.
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In other internet time-wasting news, I have discovered the Chateau to which I shall one day retire and spend my days wafting around the rooms in a floor length ball gown (“tell the servants to bring more scented candles, someone’s been wafting in here again…”); posing dramatically on a love seat to bat my eyelids and pen a poem, or perchance I’ll take up the harpsichord. When I’m not out hunting unicorns, of course.
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Now back to my office. Damn you, reality. But at least there is coffee.