Alonzo

This week there are three SOTWs. THREE! I know. It's thrilling.

SOTW numero uno is Alonzo (see above). He's a marvelous fellow who likes fog, Wales, whales, and Colin Firth. Speaking of Colin Firth, he is SOTW numero dos. There is a frightful website entirely dedicated to the man. It's kind of creepy, though, so I wouldn't recommend spending too much time there. I didn't actually make it past the top quote, but that was scarring enough. Maybe you'll have better luck. The third SOTW is the Pantycelyn fire alarm. It is overenthusiastic. I tried the being nice to it - no indoor bonfires, burning toast, sticking hairpins into electrical sockets, playing with matches - but it hasn't worked, so this week I am going to try a new approach. It may or may not involve Roman candles, potassium nitrate, and a hefty supply of lighter fluid.* 

*For the record (since I'm posting this on the internet and that tends to get people in trouble), I'm not actually going to light Wales on fire. It's called sarcasm, people. Get over it.