Am I growing old gracefully? Not sure. All I know is I’m feeling old today. I turned 59 a few months ago. Last night I realized I’m still telling people I’m 58. Not because I’m avoiding the truth. Not because I’m fooling myself. Because I forgot. It’s not dementia that made me forget. I’m still in full control of my faculties. Don’t believe me? Just ask The Missus, or as I like to call her, …
Last week I conducted a porcupine removal operation because not two days after his encounter last week, Hudson did it again. The first time he came away with 49 quills. This time the count was a bit less, only 40 quills. We knew by the size of the quills that it was a baby porcupine, or at least not fully grown. The vet said these small quills are harder to remove. Easy for her to …
Last night we conducted a Porcupine Quill Removal on Hudson. This is how the battle went…
I’ve been trying to be more regular with my blogging schedule. Consistency is important in these kinds of things, especially if one is looking to expand one’s audience. And, really, don’t we all want to expand our audience? Twitter, “Yes!” Facebook, “Yep. Uh-huh.” Instagram, “Hell yeah!” Me, “Actually, I’m not so sure.” There’s a freedom that comes with toiling in obscurity. It’s the freedom to say just about anything knowing there are unlikely to be …
It seems counter-intuitive to test for a respiratory illness via the outpipe, but it makes sense from a certain point of view.
While attempting to survive the demise of Western Civilization, there’s no reason not to keep busy.
It’s been a long two-weeks to flatten the curve. Honestly, it feels a lot more like seven months (but who’s counting?). Cases are up. It’s amusing how the media are fixated on the total cases. They’re always growing! Yeah. Cumulative lists are like that, you idiots! But if you look just a little harder, you might discover that little percentage number that even the Health Department seems reluctant to highlight. That’s the number of recovered …
I had weed for the first time. This is the story of my weed experience. A month before, The Missus and I went to a wedding. At the reception there was a Weed Bar. I didn’t partake, but later they handed out some two-inch square Cannabis brownies/caramels. I saved one and brought it home for later. I was talking to a Marijuana frequent flyer (Frequent Higher?). He told me that since I’d never had pot …
I was listening to the radio the other day and whoever I was listening to (I can’t remember who) said his wife had tested positive for the Kung Flu. His sidekick asked how she was doing and the guy said something to the effect that “I’m not sure, but I have started dating again…”. I thought it was funny, so I stole the concept for a new Open Mike comic. Stealing concepts has a glorious …
Hipster boys with heavy beards, appear like 19th Century pioneers. You’ll never see them cut a tree. You’ll never see them sail the sea. You’ll never see them hitch a plow. They’re hipster boys: They don’t know how. They aren’t sea captains, or lumberjacks, Amish farmers, or Yiddish hacks. Not terrorists or biker dudes. Just hipster boys with attitudes. For what real men can do without, Hipster boys will scream and shout. Video games and …
