Second Variety

Actually, he's a poorly sculpted T-600 whose ammo chain fed the wrong way round but that just added to his appeal. Dogs don't know it's not bacon!



Among all the splotchy prison labor paint jobs on the shelf, his face struck me as plaintive, rather than frightening, but mostly he reminded me of Second Variety (okay, fine, read a summary instead) so he's protecting my office supplies from pony-squirrels U.N. forces now.

You'd be able to see his face, too, if I ever learned how to take a non-backlit photo. Cough. Don't hold your breathe.

Also, you can't see them here but lurking outside on the grass are pony-squirrels, squirrels the size of ponies, that sit outside my window and stare up at me and shake their giant fists in my direction. They take off before I even get my camera lens open but one of these days, pony-squirrels, one of these days....