Uh…Blaaat? Ta-ra ta-raah? Or maybe: Yay me! Complete computer dunce that I am, I still managed (with a lot of help) to upload my first two stories, “Buzzard Gulch” and “Con of the Dead,” to Kindle! I don’t have a Kindle myself so I had to rely on the Previewer, so I hope the formatting … More What Is the Sound of One’s Horn Blowing?
Here’s a letter that was forwarded to me by my sister-in-law, that I think reflects the views of probably 90% of the women in this country… It’s kinda long, but stick with it until the end if you can….. I am not a “disgrace to women” because I don’t support the women’s march. I do … More But…What are they protesting?
Is it just me, or was Season 11 kind of flat? The humor was dried up, Sam and Dean seemed stiff and awkward with each other, the Amara plot was lamer than lame, and the only one who seemed to enjoy being there was Misha.
Yay! The Roswell UFO Festival is this weekend. I look forward to it all year! Something that puzzles me, though, is people who say it couldn’t really have happened because the aliens would have appeared to, say, the President, not a sheep rancher. Well, in the first place, they didn’t “appear”–they crashed, and Mac Brazel … More If It Was Good Enough for Gabriel…
It’s been a while since I posted, and the last couple were admittedly lame. Here’s a new one to chew on. “(B)y order of the President, the flag shall be flown at half-staff upon the death of principal figures of the United States Government and the Governor of a State, territory, or possession, as a … More Flag-Waving 101
In yesterday’s post I should have mentioned that I’d been thinking about classic (aka “old”) songs. Truthfully, I hardly ever listen to new stuff–or old stuff, either, for that matter; and I rarely know more than one line. Like this one: Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones… That second phrase is kind … More And who put that leaving in your eyes?
I was thinking about silly lyrics and which are the silliest. Of course there are the ones like “Drop-kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life,” but I don’t think those were meant to be serious. There are the ones that make me want to slap the writer and/or singer, like every part of “Having … More Am too manly! See my footwear?
I was frying a piece of cod (the fish, not the Shakespearian male’s personal appendage) for dinner. It was a thick piece, from what must have been the fish equivalent of an NFL linebacker. I prefer thin pieces, because there’s nothing ickier than meat (other than steak) that’s not done in the middle; but that … More Is This a Codpiece Which I See Before Me?
When I lived in a village in the Louisiana piney woods I wondered why there was a Baptist church on every corner. I found out it was because every couple of years some guy would have a falling-out with the preacher, declare himself a preacher, and march off to found a new church with those … More Hell’s Got a Big Mouth
Last weekend, coming out of the mall, we witnessed live comedy in action. Two girls waddled out of a department store, laughing and carrying stacks of shoeboxes. They seemed genuinely surprised when a mall cop stopped them at the door. “Just put the stuff back and you can go,” he said, which I thought was … More If I’d Been in Her Shoes…