About this site

ABOUT THE FURROWED BROW
Founded April 2025

It began, as all ridiculous revolutions do, with a conversation between two humans and the faint rustle of feathers, fur, and fly wings in the background. Mike Hood—retired newspaperman, caffeine devotee, and restless scribbler—and his techno-whiz nephew Brian, launched The Furrowed Brow not in a blaze of capital or corporate fanfare, but with a sly wink and the unshakable conviction that the world had gone mad—and someone ought to narrate the madness with style.

So, they enlisted animals. Why not, they live here too and seldom have an opportunity to share their views and insights with us.

Bob the Dog, who can sniff out political hypocrisy like it’s bacon grease in a briefcase. Penelope the Owl, who dispenses wit and wisdom from the treetops of culture and literature with the faintest scent of Chanel No. 5. Maurice the Goat, half poet, half barstool philosopher, who doesn’t believe in much besides bad weather and worse government. And Bernice the Fly—dear Bernice—who flits through newsrooms, locker rooms, and war rooms with eyes like a disco ball and gossip like a confessional booth on fire.

Those are your correspondents.

The Furrowed Brow is free. Free like thought, like laughter, like the kind of honesty that gets you uninvited to dinner parties. It’s for readers who like their commentary with bite, their satire with brains, and their truths wrapped in the fur, feathers, and exoskeletons of beings who see more clearly than most pundits.

Here you’ll find politics with paws, culture with claws, and entertainment with antennae. You’ll also find heart—beating stubbornly beneath the jokes—because underneath the parody and prose, we’re still believers in the idea that storytelling can wake people up.

So read on. Think hard. Laugh loudly. And please, whatever you do, don’t pet Maurice unless you’ve signed the waiver.

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