Greetings to you mammalia! Hah! Hoo-hah! I’ve created a word! Ah, linguistics. Quite a feeble study, is it not? It is. Does it count as science to invent an abstraction layer for thoughts and then...

Two weeks in a row; you mammalian malcontents are killing me. My date from last week, the dashing barn owl, took one sniff of me and flew away, hooting about raw sewage and rotting...

About time you monkeys showed up — it’s been almost a month since your last genetics lesson, and I was worried you might’ve developed a false sense of superiority without my gentle assurances that...

Great Grey Horned Owls, you beasts should really not sneak up on people! In the light of my porch you shaved lemurs — what with your random tufts of hair and beady little eyes...

Ah genetics. There was a time — quite recently in fact — when I thought that the study of the infinite dimensions, which compose our universe, was my ultimate calling. However, my obsession over...

When last we left Dr. Know he spoke of having been in the midst of fleeing human authorities for some reason involving organ harvesting. Oh look: another transmission is incoming. Let’s listen . ....

Hello, is anyone there? Hoo, I have no way of telling if my words will ever reach you, since I can only broadcast, not receive. I have cobbled this transmitter from things I have...