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.
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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.
… parts of the story I commented on yesterday may (or may not) be wholly false.
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
I fell for a phishing scam on Facebook and spammed all my friends.
Wanna share every detail of your life with other people? Get a blog!
Now that intelligent and considerate people are masking again, I had a choice to make yesterday: whether to go to the monthly book club meeting in person or attend by Zoom. I chose wisely.
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!
Thinking about Labor Day, which we observed yesterday with company, dinner, and a movie. Company was our friend Mary Anne and her dog Anthony; dinner was hickory-smoked ribs, potato salad, grilled veggies, and corn on the cob (plus deviled eggs and mango gelato from Mary Anne); the movie back-to-back episodes of Justified on Hulu. Here […]