Attack of the Kittens

Remember when I was telling you about the amazing Montana wildlife? Deer, elk, sheep, cowgirls, etc.? We've had another explosion of life here at Manly Man headquarters.

We're being overrun by seven of the cutest damn kittens you've ever seen. Apparently these farm cats don't practice safe sex, because the products of their labor are crawling all over the candle wax.

In fact, if your new candles smell more like baby cat than leather, you'll know the reason.

A couple of days ago we started the naming process, which isn't easy because they all look quite similar. We noticed that one of them had ears that are kind of folded forward, much like Yoda. So, creatively, we named him Yoda. After that it was easy- We would name them all after Star Wars characters.

We have Yoda, Luke, Princess Leia, Darth, Han Solo, Jar Jar, and one I can't think of right now. Jar Jar is the one that won't shut up. Han Solo is the one I've frozen in carbonite. Darth is already building the tiniest, cutest little kitten Death Star you've ever seen.

I'll keep you up to date on their progress.

My Hero

Wile E. Coyote: Inventor. Philosopher. Test pilot. Lover.

Yes, Wile E. Is my hero. Sure, that's probably an unusual choice for a role model, but as a child of the seventies I spent my Saturdays sitting in front of the boob tube learning from him.

I watched him try, and I watched him fail, hundreds and hundreds of times. I watched him order great contraptions from the Acme company, which apparently doesn't have an internal product testing division, but must have some of the most amazing product liability lawyers in the known universe.

I always wondered why there were so many anvils in the desert. I wondered what he ate, since he never caught the damn roadrunner. I wondered where he got the money for all of his purchases. I wondered what kept him motivated.

Most of all, though, I rooted for him, even though I knew he would never succeed. Much like a Chicago Cubs fan, actually. I rooted for him because I knew, even at a young age, that
for Wile E. Coyote the reward wasn't the roadrunner, the reward was the hunt.

That's a lesson for all of us.

Facial Hair Rocks

Must... Grow... Beard...

Four Manly Images

If you're going to run a giant corporation that's based on being manly, you have to keep up with all manly trends. While searching the web for the latest and most up to date manly happenings, I came across these four images that pretty much sum up what it's like to be a man today.

More random pictures

This one makes me so happy for some reason.




I lol'd.





Oldie but a goodie.




Not a particularly good photoshop, but funny nonetheless.

I have a Peppy Le Problem.

Manly Man Candle Company is based in Montana, where the deer and the antelope roam, where seldom is heard a discouraging word, where men are men and sheep are nervous. It's beautiful here, gorgeous mountains, pristine rivers and lakes, and lots of wildlife.

Ah, the wildlife. Deer, buffalo, elk, antelope, prairie dogs, wolves, mountain goats, wild Mountain Elephants, we've got it all, and it's all beautiful. We really are close to nature here.

Actually, I'm a little too close to nature right now. It seems that a skunk has decided that we would be great neighbors, and has moved in permanently. The cats seem to think this is great- I've caught them both eating at the same bowl like they were long lost cousins. The dogs, however, don't seem to understand skunk at all. Two cans of tomato juice later, they're beginning to understand.

Anyway, I somehow need to convince the skunk to move along. Any suggestions will be appreciated, as will donations of a black cat with a painted white stripe on its back- I've seen a lot of cartoons.

Camping with my wife's dog

My wife had a wedding to attend in Tennessee, my daughter was staying with her grandpa, and I had a free weekend. Time to camp!

A lot of you may not know this, but I'm a true mountain man. I have spent hours learning all of my woods skills, and I've seen Red Dawn about 76 times, so you could drop me off in the Amazon rainforest and I'd be able to live forever, provided there was a hotel and a McDonald's close by. See? I've got skills.

But this weekend presented a new challenge. I had to take my wife's dog with me, and have her come back alive, or at least reasonably alive.

Long story short, we're back home alive. We hiked for miles, saw lots of wildlife, and slept in a tent, just like real men. We got rained on, drank warm beer, chased squirrels (not those tame city squirrels- mountain squirrels) and cooked food over a campfire. I'll give you more details later, but overall, it was a good weekend.

Except for when the dog stole my hotdogs, but that's another story.