… I could really get use to this. Sitting at Javawava plonking out this post. Sipping on iced coffee (French Vanilla-just for you, Kien.) So, this whole blogging phenomenon is catching on like a virus in heat. Lelly, a long lost Cuz in the UK blames me for getting her hooked. Kien, a long time bud, is responding to several sites. Vertebrate, another long time bud… has also been pulled in by this undertow. Dyerama, …
The Scary Squirrel Man picture has gotten more comments than anything here yet. Glad you guys are having a good time. Work as been a wash the last couple of days. With all the testing thats going on there has been no need for lesson planning… which is just fine with me. I began looking at my plays yesterday. Editing them for posting on my website. I discovered that The Dramatic Exchange is down. Too …
I took yesterday off. Had a sore neck. One of my co-workers suggested that it was a result of me getting jerked around. There may be more truth to that than they realize. Looks like the white smoke has risen. We now have a new Pope.
Scary Squirrel Man
Start praying, buddy. Someone has you in their sights… and its not for love..
Yesterday the dogs were arguing in their igloo. Back and forth, back and forth… and all this while I’m trying to catch a nap. I finally capitulate and pull my weary ass off the futon to investigate the reason for this war of the bitches. The last time it happened was 2 weeks ago and they were fighting over exclusive rights to a dead squirrel. Surely it couldn’t be the same reason. I look in …
Been on the surfing trail this morning and found some goodies. First… since I posted the suicidal squirrel story, a friend sent me a site about this Supermodel Squirrel. Perhaps if our late rodent friend had met her earlier… things might have been different. Thanks to Zonthar for being on the squirrel search this week and bringing this site to our attention. Your work with this little known Homeland Security department is much appreciated. Think …
… its my Dad’s birthday. He shuffled off this mortal coil when I was 12. In the few years I got to know him he was sickly. Nevertheless, he was a knight. Fighting the fight and yet maintaining courage and dignity throughout with gentle humor. His stories are what I remember most. Fantabulous tales that he would spin from his sick-bed. My cousins and I would be totally engrossed with the wonder of the worlds …
So, I murdered a squirrel yesterday. Just ran over the little furry bugger with the truck. To be fair… I’m pretty convinced that the squirrel had suicidal tendencies. He was waiting on the side of the road under a tree. Then, he suddenly darted out infront of the truck. He would have made it across the street too … if he had not decided halfway to double back – 3 feet infront of the truck. …
