In anticipation of exciting things to come, we're delighted to announce that you can now start rebuilding your Userpic collection entirely from scratch! If you've been putting off the drudgery of deleting your old Userpics one at a time to reinvent yourself, help is on the way! Starting today, you'll notice all of your Userpics slowly disappearing, giving you the opportunity to create a brand new collection that meets your every changing mood and identity. In the meantime, Frank would like to honor the new month by celebrating important firsts. If you were the first among your family or friends to do something totally groundbreaking (e.g., throw out your TV, become dangerously obsessed with Arrested Development, renounce junk food, enter a hot-dog-eating contest, etc.), send Frank a mushy Muah!, and he'll honor your virtual birthday with a yummy snowflake cookie. To prevent a possible avalanche, he'll only toss his sugar cookies to the first 20 pages of commenters.
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Photo of the week
Frank's face off with Dr. Fox!
When we last joined Frank, Dr. Fox had just asked him whether he wanted to schedule another session. After taking a break to focus on your issues, he finally summoned the courage to respond, "To be perfectly frank, I'm not convinced this is helping me."
"I zee, I zee," Dr. Fox replied evenly, completely unfazed. "Zo, vould you like to zchedule anozher zession to dizcuss vhy you don't vish to zchedule anozher zession?"
Frank wandered over to the window to gather his thoughts. Outside, he saw Meme dancing in the seat of her blue VW Beetle, waiting for him. He smiled. Then he glanced at Dr. Fox's desk and saw the photo of the suave red fox embracing Dr. Nan, and his chest tightened. "I just don't know," he mumbled absentmindedly.
Dr. Fox got up from behind her desk. "Zhen, I vill valk you to zhe door vhile you decide." Frank followed her out. "Hey, I think you have something stuck in your wings," he said, gently tugging at a red tuft in the doctor's tail feathers. But it wouldn't budge. "Gosh, it's really stuck in there," Frank grabbed a bit harder.
"Ouch!" Dr. Fox thundered in a booming baritone, arousing Frank's suspicion. Frank felt a small, pointy object jab into his cloven hoof, which he yanked all the way up to the top of Dr. Fox's head. Frank gawped at the doctor, dumbfounded.... "You're not a penguin. You're the red fox in the photo. The one in that picture with Dr. Nan! Just tell me why! Why did you wear a disguise?"
"I zubscribe to zhe Droidean zchool of analyzis," he blustered in a deep bravado. "I only tricked you to trigger an emotional reaction. I vould have revealed myzelf next zession, but you made your breakzrough early. ... Zo, zame time next veek?"
"Are you bonkers? Doctor, heal thyself!" Frank stomped out of the office into the parking lot toward Meme's car. Frazzled, he climbed in without even greeting her. Meme turned off the radio, the animation drained from her limbs. "My goodness, Frank, what's wrong?"
"You'll never guess what happened! ... Dr. Fox is actually a fox!" Meme nodded calmly at this seemingly irrational statement, having never imagined Dr. Fox as anything else. "He only pretended to be a penguin to trigger an emotional reaction." Realizing poor Frank had been the victim of psychological trickery, Meme leaned in and lovingly locked horns. "I'm so sorry he misled you," she consoled warmly. "It must be awful to ..."
"Plus, to top it all off," Frank interrupted her, "Dr. Fox had a photo on his desk with his paw wrapped around Dr. Nan!" Meme stiffened and pulled away. "Hold on," she pierced icily. "Are you upset because Dr. Fox deceived you or are you jealous that Dr. Fox pawed Dr. Nan?"
Frank clammed up on the spot, worried that he might shove his hoof in his mouth. Again. He is now seeking your advice on what to tell Meme, given that he really doesn't know why he's so upset. Send him a suggestion or post a dilemna of your own, and he'll slip you a rainbow lollipop to sweeten your day.
Thanks, again, for spending time with us. We'll see you next week!