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.
Polenta, Mandates, Anniversaries
Wasn’t OSHA supposed to put out COVID-19 guidance for employers back in April or something? Looks like President Biden finally forced the agency’s hand. Good. More leadership, please.