<\/div>\n(Let me take a moment, here, to interject a rather shocking announcement: I don’t give a rat’s ass about yetis. Or abominable snowmen. Or bigfoot. Or even Sasquatch, native to our region though they may be. Honestly, I just picked this site’s name out of the ether, not out of any love of or interest in cryptozoology. Don’t get me wrong: I appreciate it when you send me links to yeti ornaments<\/a> or yeti flash games<\/a> or yeti bicycles<\/a> or yeti, the knowbot<\/a> or yeti@home<\/a>, but only because it’s nice to occasionally receive email that doesn’t have a forged paypal.com return address. If you guys keep giving me yeti stuff I’m going to eventually wind up like The Lady At The License Renewal Place Whose Cubicle Is Filled With Tigger-Related Paraphernalia. And nobody wants that.)<\/p>\n Any<\/em>way, I did what I do with all unwanted gifts: coated it in catnip and threw it at my kitties. But at some point The Squirrelly’s must have got a hold of it, because a few days later it resurfaced in his room.<\/p>\n If I’d known then what I know now, I never would have let this fall into the hands on an innocent child. Yesterday, while picking it up from the floor, I noticed for the first time that it had a tag on the back.<\/p>\n
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