A psycho-manic peewee just strode past my window. I think it was on its way somewhere.

This was almost as disturbing/amusing as the hell-spawn demon-possessed dog in Dick Smiths this morning. All we did was stop by to see Puss, and on the way out we were accosted by a tiny yapping electronic dog, that madly backflipped at us.

The world, I tell you, is nuts.