Thank You, Great Spirit, For Ice Cream

9 June 2011

The gardeners are trying to make the outside of the house look more handsome (and sellable.) The dogs are in a fury at this insult to their turf. Howls and barks are hurled. The pack is in full, ear-burning cry. I don’t think even a flying visit from Jimmy Carter would calm this powder keg. I hope none of these gardeners is really a cat in disguise or it may be World War Three.

8 June 2011

Well, it’s a relief to know that when I get time to write I can still do it. But poor Bobby Dollar, angel without portfolio, is in a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t want to be one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. My divorce earned Simon Mooncalf about three months on the wheel of torment.

No offense, but I’m just writing this to test whether I shook all the toast crumbs out of my keyboard.

As you can tell from my profile pictures, I’m trying to go positive this week. I figure if I look real cheerful and grateful the gods won’t want to pound on me.

7 June 2011

If I was a Spice Girl, I’d be Old Spice.

6 June 2011

Hard working but productive day in every way except the way I’m supposed to earn a living. But it turned out as a lot of family time, which was a definite plus. You haven’t really lived until you’ve painted cactuses with your kid for the Arizona float she’s making for her school Parade of the States. (Or anything similar.) Man, it’s sheer breeder propaganda. The little monster cracks me right the hell up.

5 June 2011

I know many things. I know that Madgascar is not just our 38th state, it is also a disease. I know that cats don’t have kidneys. And that L. Frank Baum originally wrote The Wizard of Oz in braille, but it wasn’t published for many years because he wasn’t blind so he couldn’t read it. I know all these things because I rub my head against the internet. It feels good.

3 June 2011

Open house for us and local town barbecue both cancelled tomorrow — the weather is officially crap for any time of the year, let alone June. I blame Socialism!

Another good one from David Thorne.

Opinions are like nipples. Everybody has one.
Some have firm points, others are barely discernible through layers, and some are displayed at every opportunity regardless of whether the audience has stated “I am interested in your nipples” or not. Cats have nineteen.

Thank you, Great Spirit, for ice cream.

2 June 2011

Just to keep things lively, somebody defrauded our bank account for a five-figure sum. Okay, Fate! Enough reminders. Already humble.

What happens when the Toy Safety Department is underfunded.


1 June 2011


Report: Economy Failing Because U.S. Built On Ancient Indian Burial Grounds
In The Know panelists discuss a new congressional report linking all of America’s problems to the fact that our entire nation was built on top of Native American graves.

I don’t know what to say. The internet eats its own tail. When the universe ends, Cute will still remain. Enjoy the ride.

Animals Dressed as Other Animals
Basically, animals dressed as other animals.

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