Bread and Circuses
Note to self: never put food close to the edge of the countertops.
Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Car Dog, Carpal Dog, YCRT!
Mister B is the car dog.
Company, Critters, Controversy
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
Notes From My Underground
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
Three-Dog Sunday
These guys: there’s always at least one with an ear turned inside out.
Dare We Eat Out? We Dared.
I don’t know where we are in this pandemic, so we took a break and went out to dinner with our friends Ed and Sue.
Feelin’ All Jabby
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.