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Honk-honk! It's Monday, yes, but as most of you know, this needn't be cause for concern, as our Monday Mayhem Manor Parade™ is right now marching throughout the estate and outlying township, bringing joy to all who behold it.  Feeling blue? Come outside or gaze out your window. Who can resist the sight of marching fowl, pandas, chickens, and, of course, a smattering of Bendy Boyz™? Life beyond our hamlet may be troubled, but here? Relief and giggles. Fred says it best:  Meanwhile, Mr. Tristin Spratt, your devoted Peckerwood MajorDomo, would like to thank all who attended Peckerwood's first "Klassy Manor Movie Night" last Saturday eve, hosted by our very own Raincoaster! It was a rousing success, though the Manor crew had much popcorn and detritus to clean up, along with the scrubbing-up of suspicious fluids and goo in the back row of the second balcony.   Would you like to host a "Klassy Manor Movie Night?" Do email us to set it up. Here are a few things

Hooray! It's movie night at Peckerwood Manor. Raincoaster, your esteemed programmer, has selected "Hundreds of Beavers," the directorial debut of Mike Cheslik (here in all his porn-stache glory ) (would, right?). This 2022 movie, which has received near universal acclaim , is described thusly: "In this supernatural winter epic, a drunken applejack salesman must go from zero to hero and become North America's greatest fur trapper by defeating hundreds of beavers!" So we've got comedy, we've got slapstick, plus beavers, beavers, beavers. In other words, the perfect Manor movie. How to watch with everyone this evening? It's easy-peasy and free (with limited commercial breaks).  1) . Go to the movie's Tubi page here . This is the link for the movie's American Tubi page, but Tubi is also available in  Canada, the UK and Australia. In your country, do a search for the title on the main Tubi page and it should be there. Alternatively, search for

Welcome, Manor Hors, to The Roving Pecker, where we present the latest episode of "The Tales Of Peckerwood Manor" by our very own Kombitcha! Any resemblance to actual Manor Hors is intentional, except when it's not. Enjoy! TITLE: “Garden Party Pandemonium” EXT. PECKERWOOD MANOR – GARDEN – DAY The camera zooms in on Bree, who’s battling a pile of costume pieces, preparing for the fancy-dress garden party. Nearby, Raincoaster is scribbling in her notebook, pondering the mystery symbols, half-focused on the chaos around her. Kombitcha is anxiously eyeing a suspicious bag labeled “Glitter Galore.” BREE (whispering to herself) This garden party is more chaotic than a cat in a room full of laser pointers. (alarmed)  Is that glitter?!  KOMBITCHA  Glitter is the herpes of the arts and craft world. You can never get rid of it. BREE (grimacing) Let’s set up a no-glitter zone. For the love of sequins, I refuse to turn this place into a disco ball of doom. And speaking of sequins, wh

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from our own beloved  Kombitcha!

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from Raincoaster! Enjoy.  § The "Red Market," it’s called. Like many of the darker places on the internet, it’s not really somewhere you want to end up. Not that you have much say about it by the time you get there: you’ll be dead. Yo u’ll be...inventory.  For the Red Market, you see, is the online marketplace in human remains. For art . For morbid philosophizing. For collecting. But also for birthday gifts . For decor. But most of all, for profit . This is the story of that marketplace, as told in the book These Were People Once: The Online Trade in Human Remains, and Why It Matters from Berghahn Books. "These were people, once. Now, disarticulated, robbed from their resting place, the remains were relegated to anonymous things, fragments, stripped of their humanity." Huffer and Graham, These Were People Once Damien Huffe

There are many reasons that DeShawn is known as "The Lucky Duck." Residing at Gamahuche Lake - one of many fine tributaries abutting the Manor - he's famed for his superstitious beliefs. Yes, that clattering from the kitchen you heard last week was DeShawn, who routinely hurls and breaks dishes for good fortune. If you have flowers in your room, you already know that DeShawn will fervidly waddle forth and remove or add flowers from your vases, since there must be an even number. And I don't even need to remind you of the conniption fit he threw when Raincoaster forgot to wear polkadots to last New Years' Eve gala, as he'd ordered us all to do.  But maybe there's something to his beliefs. Most ducks live to 5 or 6 years old - 10 years, tops - but DeShawn is a hale and hearty 27. Or maybe he's just smart. Yesterday, Tiana the Tiger was aiming to feast on Confit de Canard de la DeShawn. No such luck for Tiana, since DeShawn had just eaten 12 grapes for go