Folks, it may be presumptuous of this sagacious raccoon to post on behalf of the esteemed Finicky Penguin, but so be it.
Without much warning or explanation, it appears that Fin Peng is off on another excursion into the wilderness of life… I’m just guessing, but there are two possible scenarios.
Scenario 1: Fin Peng was tracked down, ambushed and captured by rabid wombats;
Scenario 2: Fin Peng himself went feral.
Although I don’t presume to take over the authorship of this site, I can certainly whore-out my own from this decaying, but still excellent work of, um, something. I’ll check in from time to time to moderate comments, vaporize spam, respond to requests, and generally keep the place tidy.
Cordially,
Bunk P. Strutts
Tacky Raccoons
I Pity The Blog 
I’m getting “Alpha Force” and the “A Team” together to hunt down the Finicky Penguin.
… but first we have to dig up George Peppard.
I put in a call to Texas Ranger Walker, just in case.
I spotted FinPen on Twitter.
Ross- That would be awfully pleasant.
Bunk- He’s already here.
Kitty- That you did.
Whoa. It’s alive. Thought you were gonna wake up dead in an abandoned bus near the Denali nature preserve.