Funny that you thought of Dracula. Had he been present, even as motes of dust, I believe your chickens would have been clucking in terror. He had that effect on animals. And yet women allowed him to bite their necks.
This gives me an idea for a coloring book app. You pick colors and touch areas to do flood fills between the lines. You can magnify for small areas. When you’re done, it generates a GIF of your coloring session to share. The app is free – you buy the coloring books.
I’ve heard myths of dog heads and bull heads, but never of deer heads…until now. You should warn the poor creature…send him a letter starting “Dear Mr Deer”.
Are you a consumer as well as a producer? The organic soap sounds good!
I would be interested in the “much, much more”, especially if it includes clockwork toys.
Yes, am also a consumer. The soap is amazing! And last year I got my daughter some fingerless gloves. I meant to buy some ceramics, but they were pretty near sold out! I’m hoping Rick, the other artist upstairs with me, will want to trade something at the end of the night. His work is great!
Very funny! I had mislaid my copy of Exhaust(ed) and had been looking for it ever since I came home. I finally found it this afternoon, hiding in one of your other books. I sat down and re-read it; it was just as funny as I remembered. Then I went on line and saw that you had just posted this!
This photo is in a family photo album I have that also has pictures of the San Francisco World’s Fair, which was 1915. So, I’m guessing around 100 years old. I know who some of the women are in the photo album are, but none of the men, so this photo is extra special mysterious. I have so many questions about this photograph, and no one left alive to ask!
Lovely that people can take such good care of their teddy bears, although it does make me wonder whether teddy bears need a bath now and again. Soap and rinse in the rain might be better than the washing machine. Merry Christmas to you and your dear ones.
That’s a really interesting comment that the student made. Since he was one of the misbehaving kids, I wonder what his motive was. Did they all calm down after you heard this and reacted, or did he change, or did nothing change? I used to substitute teach and I sweartagah, sometimes there is just nothing…
I don’t think he had any real motive beyond boredom for this conversation. We were just talking. Kids are always different when you’re alone with them. He didn’t change his behavior at all after this. I did mellow out a bit and stopped worrying so much, and things went a little bit better. I stopped watching the clock and started reading during class, and a few kids followed my example. This was all about fifteen years ago. I could probably handle them a lot better now, with all of my experience, but who knows? Maybe I would still be the rock, or maybe now, I would be the stream.
How nice to hear a story about sheep having sex with other sheep. The ewes must be suspicious about his lack of horns, so I bet he compensates by riding them hard! Do they bleat in a particular way when they’re being mounted?
Well, I was going to change the credits on the first one to not be so long and distracting. And then I found I deleted it in my editor, so all that exists is the youtube upload. I’m not willing to start from scratch, so it is what it is.
Oh, my. That is one crazy lady! I went to school in Potsdam, NY back in the 60s and it was regularly below zero, well below zero. One week it stayed at -30 in the daytime every single day. We had a tunnel to take us from the dorm to classrooms and people who had cars put smudge pots or something under the engine blocks so the cars would start. Honestly, once it got below zero, it all felt the same. I understand from talking with fundraisers from the school in recent years that it doesn’t get that cold there any longer. Lucky them!
I hope your cat comes back!
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, but I had to read it on a lectern because I got pain in my wrists from holding it… Would definitely recommend a Kindle edition.
Yes, I had trouble reading it in bed. Holding it up casually to the correct page was a challenge. For awhile, I put a teddy bear on my belly and then set it on top of that. Awkward.
“Murgatroyd Buttercups” is a book I illustrated for friend and writer Yosha Bourgea. That’s the book title. It’s a wonderful little children’s book about the joys of nonconformism.
The whole world knows about the protests and chuckled when his press secretary said the inauguration crowd was the biggest ever! Donald’s hands are the biggest ever too! I hope you’ve visited the website showing how to lobby your federal reps – you can find it in Anne Marie’s blog.
We tried to get rid of him and everyone “Up Nort” voted for him again. What can you do? I never thought I’d say this, but Scott Walker would probably be a better president than the one we got. He’s at least consistent.
Yeah, they don’t seem like they have any real meat on them. I heard you could make jello with them, but I have no idea how. Or Polish chicken soup. Blah.
I’m Mexican, but apparently I’m not very good at it, because I never once have wanted to eat chicken feet. Sorry Grandma. But I don’t discriminate. I don’t want to eat lamb feet, either. Or anyone’s feet, really.
This is a great point. I’m thankful to spend Valentine’s Day with my wife, but I can think of at least a dozen women that I’m even more thankful to NOT be spending it with.
My husband got his picture taken at the original White Castle. It inexplicably has a tiny door that no one is allowed to use. This is not the original White Castle.
I’m not really still there, at least. I actually escaped.
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Wow. That’s just amazing. Makes for a hilarious story, though.
And don’t worry about the name. I’m convinced that anyone in retail can and will screw up anyone’s name. Regardless of how easy it is. For example, my mom’s name is Jane, and someone signing her up for something once thought it was ‘Jame.’ She even pronounced it that way.
You spent so long fingering those chits in the helmet that I thought you were stirring cake mix or something! But it was nice to see you speaking in person!
Next time, I think I’ll just stir them for ten minutes while I talk about beautiful colored drawings I’ve seen and then, when the cat walks in front of the camera, I’ll forget to actually draw a name. I’ll just turn off the camera and move on.
Yeah, isn’t that always the case? My pop star wants to do something like this, and I told her no, please, don’t do that. “But I want to show everyone how to be happy, and how easy it is!” Uh yeah, you’re pretty enough to be a model, you’re rich, and you live on the beach. Of course you’re happy. That doesn’t solve any of MY problems, however.
Gretchen Ruben actually does give some good advice, but she just has these amazingly huge blind spots in her world view. Sometimes listeners write in with their “happiness tips,” and she reads aloud the best ones on the podcast. At New Year’s, she read aloud the tip, “Out with the old, in with the new! Every new years, my family has the tradition of throwing out all of the food in the refrigerator and starting over! Everything goes. It’s nice to start with a fresh new refrigerator for a fresh new year.” (I’m quoting from memory.) Gretchen Ruben admitted she wouldn’t be doing this one, but she did read it out loud like it was worthy of doing. And she never addressed the obvious: That you are taking a time (after the holidays) when your refrigerator is most full, and you would literally be throwing it all away. Everything. And what if you don’t have money to restock it? This was all along the lines of decluttering or something, I guess? What an absurd waste.
Sorry— back on my rant again! Thanks for commenting. 🙂 I’m glad you talked your pop star out of it.
I was so relieved when you revealed the Lennon song – initially I thought it was ‘Happiness is a Warm Gun’. I like beans and farting is much easier to enjoy if you’re outdoors. No one is entitled to complain about anyone farting in the open air.
I thought the kook who killed John Lennon was in prison, but now I have a suspicion that Mr Crazy was the culprit. Accusing others is a wsy of diverting attention from yourself, as every witch doctor knows.
You’d marry Ron? Isn’t he a bit on the grumpy side? But I agree it was a great show and I want to pinch Leslie’s cheeks. I’m sure she’d let me if I asked nicely.
Oh, thanks! I was worried two people might agree.
And, because I feel obligated to agree with everyone except for my dad: I totally agree. It was a yak.
I don’t like that mole. It’s deeply unpleasant. What man would want to kiss it while making love to her? If I were a demoling surgeon I’d operate immediately.
It looks like ‘noof’. One of those words that convey the meaning of a sentence or even a paragraph (e.g. ‘Siaoo!’ exclaimed by Chairman Mao in ‘The Red Monarch’).
I love her style of trolls. Very fun and whimsical. And I’m a big fan of breaking rules, so bleeding colors be damned! Maybe it’ll make it look even more fun with the mixture of colors?
The border on the plate reminds me of eels. Your border looks like flowers and leaves and possibly the odd shrimp. It doesn’t look like a goof to the naked eye.
Yes, the story within the story is often better than the story. ‘1001 Nights’, for example. And ‘Life with Tom’ in ‘Tom and Jerry’. The story within the story within the story would take us to the next level.
Which is where the expression, “I’m walking on Crocodile Tears” comes from.
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Oh, if only the alligators had come equipped with stairs, maybe they’d have stood a chance (since apparently cows can go up stairs, but not down them).
I’m so sorry about your cousin. I’ll pass along what a nurse in the ER said to me after a family member’s unsuccessful suicide attempt, when we were so stunned: You can never know what’s in someone’s mind.
We all felt so responsible, and the nurse’s statement helped.
Did he make love to the ghost? If they practised safe sex it would have been a good lesson for 9 year olds. That picture isn’t so great. Leaning over a chair is structurally unstable.
Bravo. I absolutely love this. This is so, so much better than those bland author photos where they try to dress up in some boring pantsuit and look thoughtful. Give me a good old fashioned chicken hat over that any day.
I think it was Kurt Vonnegut that taught me where the asterisk came from. He may have been looking at the back end of a dog, but nearly any mammal is a good example. The line up of cats makes it definitive.
I’m surprised your kitties need a litter box. Can’t they do their business in the Great Outdoors (after digging a little hole)? I’m assuming you have a cat flap.
No cat flap! The two indoor cars stay indoors to keep our house mouse free. Then we have two feral cats to keep the barn mouse free, and they go in and out through the chicken door, but they have a litter box, too. It’s a good way to keep track of when they are home.
It’s worth learning Portuguese just to find out what “passado pranto” means. It’s a phrase that could easily become more popular than its English equivalent.
Past mourning. I cheated and used google translate. It would take a long while to learn Portuguese for this geezer. So North Africa is the place to go when your heart is broken? I could see that. Even with one eye.
When I first saw those pictures of entire neighborhoods having gone up in smoke I finally understood the devastation that was going on. So many killed. I just can’t imagine what those effected by all this must feel.
Great story! I remember the EXP very well, I was interested in getting one, but since we had kids then, we went with the Mercury Lynx, the same thing with four seats.
Whenever I read a Hesse novel weird synchronicities happen, like, for example, finding a GLASS BEAD in a random part of the woods while picking up dog poop (way off the trail) that is the exact size, color, and design, and is positioned so that the design in the glass bead is facing the same direction and is oriented the same as the most prominent glass bead on the cover of the copy of The Glass Bead Game I had with me. Was reading it on a bench before going to get the poo and discovering the marble staring right at me.
Thankfully there is an explanation for this seamingly personal message from the universe:
“The life of everybody is a road to himself” – Hesse
Like pay a vet to come out? He came out and explained to me what happened and how to do it better, in great detail, while constantly pointing to his own testicles. LOL. I think I am a professional, now, just not a good one.
You treat your critters well, no wonder Cooper loves you.
If you wondered where I’ve been, I only figured out that you were still blogging yesterday! I had a link to Shoshanah.space but I thought is was just a sale site for your art and books. D’oh!
The Weaver and I might be in the Mount Horeb area in May…
“Nevermore.”
Testing… testing…
Sometimes these new-fangled web sites won’t let me comment.
Why, hello there, Professor! I’m glad it let you post a comment. 🙂
I’ll have to get a wider laptop—I can’t get the whole page at once.
That seems like a good excuse to buy a new laptop.
More like WW1 biplane pilots…..
Is that Nessie or Nessie’s girlfriend? You can never tell without the underwater shot.
You really need smell-o-vision to know for certain.
Or medieval steeds! 🙂
That, too.
Bravo!
Your explanation in the video took the words out of my mouth!
Having once been in your Edenic valley in October, I concur with your sentiments.
Funny that you thought of Dracula. Had he been present, even as motes of dust, I believe your chickens would have been clucking in terror. He had that effect on animals. And yet women allowed him to bite their necks.
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I love this.
If I were the Boss Witch, I would make a spell for Trump’s penis to fall off. Then I would make a spell for Melania to fall in love with Hillary,
Perhaps Melania already is in love with Hillary!
He’s very horny for a ram that’s been castrated. Do you think he realises you did something bad to him?
No, I think he’s just dumb. But yes, he’s just about about the horniest sheep ever. Impressive, really. It’s like he’s overcompensating.
This gives me an idea for a coloring book app. You pick colors and touch areas to do flood fills between the lines. You can magnify for small areas. When you’re done, it generates a GIF of your coloring session to share. The app is free – you buy the coloring books.
Great idea! Wanna make it?
Not really. Sounds like too much work.
For the time being, it seems.
Fear not. That which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger.
Yes, and evil doesn’t ALWAYS prevail. I just like to acknowledge it in times like these.
Very ghostly, but I’m not afraid either.
This is good news:
“both Facebook and Google have responded by cutting these sites out of their advertising networks and otherwise making their stories harder to find.”
Compiling a list of fake news sites is also a good idea.
Yes, it is good they are cracking down.
I’ve heard myths of dog heads and bull heads, but never of deer heads…until now. You should warn the poor creature…send him a letter starting “Dear Mr Deer”.
I went out in the night tonight. I saw something, out there, and immediately thought “DeerMan!” But it wasn’t.
I could write him a letter, but where to address it?
“No, that’s not a washing machine. That’s just the cat’s new bed. Very chic, right?”
I guess it depends on your perspective. Stupid cat.
Bwahahaha! We blame everything on Muffy! Bad Muffy! (She’s been chasing birds in Heaven for 17 years now!)
Typically cattish behaviour – always looking for a better observation point.
That’s one strong kitty!
Hilarious. Thanks for some levity.
It’s a depressing thought but what about Bill Gates? He ain’t stupid and he’s no fan of Voldemort.
I’m so glad to see you say this. We’re not smarter than the Egyptians. We just have better technology, which has made us lazier.
That made me smile.
I was wondering if you read my blog.
Are you a consumer as well as a producer? The organic soap sounds good!
I would be interested in the “much, much more”, especially if it includes clockwork toys.
Yes, am also a consumer. The soap is amazing! And last year I got my daughter some fingerless gloves. I meant to buy some ceramics, but they were pretty near sold out! I’m hoping Rick, the other artist upstairs with me, will want to trade something at the end of the night. His work is great!
P.S. No clockwork toys. 🙁
Thank you.
Yes, men should stop making decisions about women’s….prostates? I may need to go on a feminist awareness class now!
If she’s blogging at nine, she’ll be writing books at 19! I don’t believe rabbits enjoy it.
When I went to take Night the rabbit out of the carrier, he had his little fluffy bunny tail facing the mesh window. Poor thing.
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Very funny! I had mislaid my copy of Exhaust(ed) and had been looking for it ever since I came home. I finally found it this afternoon, hiding in one of your other books. I sat down and re-read it; it was just as funny as I remembered. Then I went on line and saw that you had just posted this!
Cool! I’m glad it’s as good the second or third time around.
Is he a pimp? I bet someone could ghost write a great autobiography for him.
Based on a real person, but not an uncle of mine. Mum’s the word on the means of income.
My bet would have been on Bambi. This is why I’m not a betting man.
What the? I changed color at the end!
I mean IT changed color. from blue to brown. ???
The light changed. They’re blue.
Read it and LOVED it!
I’m so glad you liked it!
bahh
thats just mean
Everyone wearing hats. I’d love to know why that custom died out. Could it be Laurel and Hardy making hats seem comical?
Sometimes the hats were so elaborate, it looks like ladies needed better posture then, just to hold up their hat!
Nice!
I already have a niece who has this book! She is not sullen (or fifteen) for that matter, but she enjoyed it very much.
Oh, good! Thank you.
That’s amazing. She must think you’re a heck of an aunt, but I hope she cuts doen on the pie.
A strangely disturbing video. Ameliorated somewhat by the cat woman’s thighs.
Even though I no longer have a prostate I think this is totally valid. I told my doc that one of the reasons we like her is her small fingers.
Well, that’s nice. I think? It’s a delicate subject.
These guys don’t look very native to me. How old do you think the picture is?
This photo is in a family photo album I have that also has pictures of the San Francisco World’s Fair, which was 1915. So, I’m guessing around 100 years old. I know who some of the women are in the photo album are, but none of the men, so this photo is extra special mysterious. I have so many questions about this photograph, and no one left alive to ask!
They made their drummer dress up as Santa? That must have ruined his resume when he applied to join the Stones.
Maybe he wanted to dress as Santa?
I always love Leroy Anderson tunes. He was so great! http://www.leroyanderson.com/music.php
I know! 🙂
That tiger’s going to be mighty pissed off in the morning! It doesn’t look like the easy-going sort judging by the expression on its face.
I like your Christmas photo. Very creative.
Merry Christmas, Jojiba!
Lovely that people can take such good care of their teddy bears, although it does make me wonder whether teddy bears need a bath now and again. Soap and rinse in the rain might be better than the washing machine. Merry Christmas to you and your dear ones.
‘He who lies with Chewbacca will damned for eternity.’ Quote from the Book of Judges.
I have never lied with Chewbacca. I don’t even speak Wookie!
You could have called this post ‘The yule fule’. Are you going to inform the driver’s insurer?
Yes, me thinks he should rebuild our little wall and sign post for us.
If you’re an alluring animal you can call me your fan! I think I’m going to borrow that epithet with your permission.
Of course you have my permission, Japing Ape.
I’ll go with #11!
That’s a really interesting comment that the student made. Since he was one of the misbehaving kids, I wonder what his motive was. Did they all calm down after you heard this and reacted, or did he change, or did nothing change? I used to substitute teach and I sweartagah, sometimes there is just nothing…
I don’t think he had any real motive beyond boredom for this conversation. We were just talking. Kids are always different when you’re alone with them. He didn’t change his behavior at all after this. I did mellow out a bit and stopped worrying so much, and things went a little bit better. I stopped watching the clock and started reading during class, and a few kids followed my example. This was all about fifteen years ago. I could probably handle them a lot better now, with all of my experience, but who knows? Maybe I would still be the rock, or maybe now, I would be the stream.
What a very Zen conversation you had with that kid in detention!
Yes, and he was the zen master, and I the student.
What awful brats! I think classrooms like that need a teacher and a gorilla!
Where were you when I needed you, Japing Ape?
This is brilliant! Thanks for the link.
That just about sums it up, I think. Good riddance, indeed.
I like the first one with the coloring activity, but the credits took too long. Unrelated: Smokin’
The first one is much better – the tune reminded me of ‘O Susannah’.
The first one—the wonderful world of color!
The visual effect on the credits is kind of distracting somehow, too busy maybe?
Interesting! In the online coloring group where I shared it, they all like the longer version, because it shows all of the pictures.
Put me in the queue for a felted top hat!
Done!
What fun! (maybe not for the ewes, but for you when the babies arrive!)
Yes, baby lambs are sweet.
How nice to hear a story about sheep having sex with other sheep. The ewes must be suspicious about his lack of horns, so I bet he compensates by riding them hard! Do they bleat in a particular way when they’re being mounted?
I can’t say I’ve payed close attention to the actual act. I like to give them some privacy (in the middle of an open field).
He sure looks happy!
Yes, he seems really content.
Mulder – the hornless gigolo with a heart of gold. I feel a holiday special coming on.
… saving Christmas by impregnating one sheep at a time.
Well, I was going to change the credits on the first one to not be so long and distracting. And then I found I deleted it in my editor, so all that exists is the youtube upload. I’m not willing to start from scratch, so it is what it is.
I wonder if anyone admits to being a lachesist. I suspect most of them are in the closet.
Yes, I wouldn’t say anything, if I were. Who wants to think their housemate is in favor of burning the house down?
Oh, my. That is one crazy lady! I went to school in Potsdam, NY back in the 60s and it was regularly below zero, well below zero. One week it stayed at -30 in the daytime every single day. We had a tunnel to take us from the dorm to classrooms and people who had cars put smudge pots or something under the engine blocks so the cars would start. Honestly, once it got below zero, it all felt the same. I understand from talking with fundraisers from the school in recent years that it doesn’t get that cold there any longer. Lucky them!
I hope your cat comes back!
I agree that once it gets below zero, I can’t really feel the difference. It’s just cold.
My humours are imbalanced. That is the main problem.
For the balancing of humours, I recommend reading “Frog Applause” by Teresa Burritt.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, but I had to read it on a lectern because I got pain in my wrists from holding it… Would definitely recommend a Kindle edition.
Yes, I had trouble reading it in bed. Holding it up casually to the correct page was a challenge. For awhile, I put a teddy bear on my belly and then set it on top of that. Awkward.
Her first book and it’s already a TV series? ‘Blimey!’ as they say in England.
I’m a little bit jealous.
It could be a musical. Just modify the lyrics of ‘Springtime for Hitler’ from ‘The Producers’. Cast Robert Downey Jr in the title role.
Ooooooo! I LOVE Robert Downey Jr! I’ll pitch the script next time I’m in Cali. 😉
The musical!
On ice!
Because autumn is cold on Uranus.
Singers will not want to be the butt of so many jokes, but with asstronomical reviews, they might do it for exposure.
On ice!
Sorry about the double comment post! It won’t happen again.
We’ll just send one on over to the redundant repeat comments department here at my Uranus headquarters.
Again.
Yes I see that. Blessed one day, cursed the next. Such is life. Is MB your pen name?
“Murgatroyd Buttercups” is a book I illustrated for friend and writer Yosha Bourgea. That’s the book title. It’s a wonderful little children’s book about the joys of nonconformism.
I wonder how many are playing video games on their smart phones when they’re ON the beach.
The answer to that conundrum used by pop stars is to wear dark glasses.
And here I thought that was because their future was so bright!
Well, after the press briefing a few minutes ago, dt will argue with you about the crowd size. Whiny baby, that’s what our new president is.
One of the signs said, “Donald Trump will lie about this.”
The whole world knows about the protests and chuckled when his press secretary said the inauguration crowd was the biggest ever! Donald’s hands are the biggest ever too! I hope you’ve visited the website showing how to lobby your federal reps – you can find it in Anne Marie’s blog.
I don’t think I’ve seen that one, but I’ve seen similar.
Perfect!
Thanks for going! Now what about that goofy governor?
We tried to get rid of him and everyone “Up Nort” voted for him again. What can you do? I never thought I’d say this, but Scott Walker would probably be a better president than the one we got. He’s at least consistent.
I wear my sunglasses at night.
You would.
I think a lot of women would have preferred being ignored by El Presidente.
Are you trying to tame her? She deserves to snuggle up in a warm home for all the good work she’s doing.
I think she is untamable. This is the first time I’ve seen her face! I generally just see her tail as she runs away.
That is the most adorable killer I’ve ever seen.
My little cat killed a candy wrapper yesterday, but then she got exhausted and had to take an 18 hour nap.
The poor dear. That wrapper gave her such a hard time. I hope you pet her a lot.
A nicely adorned skull, but it’s never too late for some dental work.
It’s a Scottish skull.
They remind me of Laurel and Hardy’s wives….for some reason.
First thing is to get it overturned for the green card holders. Must be terrible for them not to be allowed back home.
Back then, it could have turned out differently.
True.
We had chicken feet one time, from the Korean market. They weren’t good, too bony and they were almost entirely gristle.
Yeah, they don’t seem like they have any real meat on them. I heard you could make jello with them, but I have no idea how. Or Polish chicken soup. Blah.
A Chinese woman told me chicken’s feet were delicious. Maybe you should try one cooked the Chinese way!
I’m Mexican, but apparently I’m not very good at it, because I never once have wanted to eat chicken feet. Sorry Grandma. But I don’t discriminate. I don’t want to eat lamb feet, either. Or anyone’s feet, really.
I don’t think they’ll kick you out if the Mexican club for that. Of course, if you had only eaten more feet, they wouldn’t be able to kick you out.
Why does he always look like he’s mad (or angry) about something?
Maybe he’s angry because he’s winning so much. He’s getting tired of winning, he’s winning so much.
I can believe it. Who needs a lover when you’ve got wings?
This is a great point. I’m thankful to spend Valentine’s Day with my wife, but I can think of at least a dozen women that I’m even more thankful to NOT be spending it with.
Is that an outdoor library? Seeing so many books could give that tree nightmares!
I think it’s an abandoned library, so yes. Poor tree.
He should have said that to Darth Vader. I can tell when someone’s using armour to hide his beer belly.
Yeah, he’s totally hiding a beer gut. Probably drinking too much after hours at the grocery store with his brother, Chad.
I love what is left for “someone” to clean up! Looks like my daughter’s house when the kids make art.
She promised to clean it after school today. We’ll see!
LOL! Get ready for some turbulent teenage years!
Actually this might be useful if you’re a musician.
Fortunately, I was born in the year of the bunny.
Nobunny knows when the rooster will strike again.
I wish I could paint!!! That’s some HOT WINGS!!!
This makes me sad. And hopeful at the same time . .
Chicken, chicken chicken chicken chicken. Chicken!!
CHICKEN
I want to see that rooster in a boxing ring with a fire-breathing dragon. Smart money would be on the dragon eating roast chicken!
Silly ape. Dragons aren’t real!
He looks familiar.
Are all the trolls male, like the smurfs? Wait a minute, there was a smurf called ‘Smurfette’! Is there a Trollette?
There are lots of female trolls. It’s just that these three are male.
I never thought I could learn so much about trolls in one post. What a cool place. And extra cool that you get to do the coloring book!
The stuff of nightmares!
Oh, he doesn’t know any better than to eat you in the night. Poor rooster.
I hope he finds the hot hen who lays hard-boiled eggs!
We’ll see where my muse takes him!
Yes indeed. A much better legacy than a headstone or a tomb.
Winner drawn at random – that means I have a chance! 🙂
Well, if you enter!
Whatever deal I had is completely broken.
Way flattering!
She’s quite the artiste. Interpretive. Stylistic. Etc.
I thought it was the original White Castle.
My husband got his picture taken at the original White Castle. It inexplicably has a tiny door that no one is allowed to use. This is not the original White Castle.
I can’t find it in my heart to blame the pants for this. They were a pair of orphans caught up in a tangle of bureaucracy.
The pants were like red-headed step children of Joan Crawford. No one is blaming the pants.
You needed pants and ended up in Retail Hell. You have my sympathy.
I’m not really still there, at least. I actually escaped.
Wow. That’s just amazing. Makes for a hilarious story, though.
And don’t worry about the name. I’m convinced that anyone in retail can and will screw up anyone’s name. Regardless of how easy it is. For example, my mom’s name is Jane, and someone signing her up for something once thought it was ‘Jame.’ She even pronounced it that way.
Thanks for the name pep talk. My name does give me angst! She absolutely butchered it. And so did the LDS.
You spent so long fingering those chits in the helmet that I thought you were stirring cake mix or something! But it was nice to see you speaking in person!
Next time, I think I’ll just stir them for ten minutes while I talk about beautiful colored drawings I’ve seen and then, when the cat walks in front of the camera, I’ll forget to actually draw a name. I’ll just turn off the camera and move on.
Grennix has a cute butt!
All I will say is that there are easier things to pretend to be.
Truly, there are.
Skinny only exists in Hollywood and dreams. And in third world war-torn countries.
In my life, that seems to be the case.
What a cute little fellow he must have been! And full marks to him for caring about the safety of other visitors.
Yes, he was a good guy. I bet he still is.
Fantastic picture and fantastic story. I mean, their beaks DO look like giant hook blades…
Poisonous ice cream is a crime against the stomach. A hairy curse on that accursed gas station.
The eyes are hypnotic and a little scary!
Are the sheep in Actor’s Equity?
The sheep are unpaid slaves. Don’t tell.
They should be getting paid scale ya know.
Some excellent character acting there!
Oroboros lives! I was worried about you. Thanks for commenting. 🙂
you have the most lovely smile I’ve seen in ages. And you’re giddy and laughing. All very good things!
Thanks!
She looks like the psychedelic girlfriend of a 1960s rock star!
I wonder if she likes that? She seems pleased with the drawing.
Incredible!
Didn’t you feel like saying ‘We’re taking you home to your ho’s, you big idiot!’ Stupid Mulder!
Chicken catalogues? Are that a thing?
Yep. You can get one here: https://www.mcmurrayhatchery.com/catalogrequest!input.html
Yeah, isn’t that always the case? My pop star wants to do something like this, and I told her no, please, don’t do that. “But I want to show everyone how to be happy, and how easy it is!” Uh yeah, you’re pretty enough to be a model, you’re rich, and you live on the beach. Of course you’re happy. That doesn’t solve any of MY problems, however.
Exactly!
Gretchen Ruben actually does give some good advice, but she just has these amazingly huge blind spots in her world view. Sometimes listeners write in with their “happiness tips,” and she reads aloud the best ones on the podcast. At New Year’s, she read aloud the tip, “Out with the old, in with the new! Every new years, my family has the tradition of throwing out all of the food in the refrigerator and starting over! Everything goes. It’s nice to start with a fresh new refrigerator for a fresh new year.” (I’m quoting from memory.) Gretchen Ruben admitted she wouldn’t be doing this one, but she did read it out loud like it was worthy of doing. And she never addressed the obvious: That you are taking a time (after the holidays) when your refrigerator is most full, and you would literally be throwing it all away. Everything. And what if you don’t have money to restock it? This was all along the lines of decluttering or something, I guess? What an absurd waste.
Sorry— back on my rant again! Thanks for commenting. 🙂 I’m glad you talked your pop star out of it.
I was so relieved when you revealed the Lennon song – initially I thought it was ‘Happiness is a Warm Gun’. I like beans and farting is much easier to enjoy if you’re outdoors. No one is entitled to complain about anyone farting in the open air.
I guess it would superficially be appropriate to do Happiness Is a Warm Gun, but it’s not the message I want to convey!
The best song about beans: https://youtu.be/UM0qo_Otfy8
My favorite yarn shop:
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EiwNGOr6gs/WNMO4W2O2cI/AAAAAAAAXN0/icRP1Zc5kMAKffEizv7bCuhBPDM2exiSwCLcB/s1600/cat%2Band%2Bcrow.jpg
Mine, too.
Yay! The musical fruit! ?
Hey. No fair!
Have a good one!
You can’t blame the fellow with the eye patch and the ukulele for being lame, he’s a pirate with a wooden leg!
How can I keep lame if I am lame?
Oh, you’re a natural. 😉
That is hilariously batshit. You really can’t make this stuff up.
You know, there’s also this conspiracy theory that Donald Trump is a time traveler, sent back in time using information handed down by Nikola Tesla.
http://imgur.com/EVdeMRP?r
What an age to be alive.
I thought the kook who killed John Lennon was in prison, but now I have a suspicion that Mr Crazy was the culprit. Accusing others is a wsy of diverting attention from yourself, as every witch doctor knows.
Everybody knows J.D. Salinger killed Lennon.
Oooh, getting some culture!
So many children learn the recorder, but so few become virtuoso players. It’s a mystery. But I’d rather listen to a recorder than a honking goose.
Nice reuse of the washer.
Brava! A whale of a tale.
I love that show. I was so disappointed to discover that Amy Poehler is nothing like Leslie in real life. Sad.
But she did create that character, so it’s somewhere inside her. I read her autobiography. She’s not evil.
You’d marry Ron? Isn’t he a bit on the grumpy side? But I agree it was a great show and I want to pinch Leslie’s cheeks. I’m sure she’d let me if I asked nicely.
Ron knows what he wants. I like Ron.
What a fun show it was!
Probably a moose.
I don’t think we have meese in these parts.
Yeti.
Definitely Yeti.
Could it have been a buffalo? Oh give me a home…
There are some escaped buffalo from the Madison zoo…
Not really, but wouldn’t that be something?
Ghosts are generally invisible, aren’t they? That’s why you could hear the ghost cow but not see it.
Mystery solved…
Yep. Mystery totally 100% solved. What would I do without you?
My vote is for yak. That way you don’t have one bit of consensus among your commenters. I’m helpful like that.
Oh, thanks! I was worried two people might agree.
And, because I feel obligated to agree with everyone except for my dad: I totally agree. It was a yak.
I still think it was a moose.
I think you’re making a moostake.
I don’t like that mole. It’s deeply unpleasant. What man would want to kiss it while making love to her? If I were a demoling surgeon I’d operate immediately.
The mole already knew that you thought that.
You’ve already conquered my world!
Impressive! Your 15 minutes of fame? 😉
What should the horses be? I vote ‘camels’!
Clouds.
It looks like ‘noof’. One of those words that convey the meaning of a sentence or even a paragraph (e.g. ‘Siaoo!’ exclaimed by Chairman Mao in ‘The Red Monarch’).
Yes, clearly it is deep in its connotations.
I love her style of trolls. Very fun and whimsical. And I’m a big fan of breaking rules, so bleeding colors be damned! Maybe it’ll make it look even more fun with the mixture of colors?
I’m at the stage of creativity where you’re almost done, and the deep doubts creep in. Thanks for the encouragement!
The border on the plate reminds me of eels. Your border looks like flowers and leaves and possibly the odd shrimp. It doesn’t look like a goof to the naked eye.
I’m glad it looks like flowers to you. I think rosemålning actually is just literally painting flowers.
Yes, the story within the story is often better than the story. ‘1001 Nights’, for example. And ‘Life with Tom’ in ‘Tom and Jerry’. The story within the story within the story would take us to the next level.
Chapel of Ease (the Tufa book before this) had a better story within the story, actually.
And the alligators migrated to Florida on the Trail of Crocodile Tears.
Which is where the expression, “I’m walking on Crocodile Tears” comes from.
Oh, if only the alligators had come equipped with stairs, maybe they’d have stood a chance (since apparently cows can go up stairs, but not down them).
I saw that on Bob’s Burgers, so it MUST be true!
The cow should be nominated for sainthood. It worked for St. Patrick and St. Urho.
Canonization seems biased against North Americans, doesn’t it?
If I’ve got anything that’s difficult to open I drop a rock on it.
Nothing like fresh milk.
“I deny the allegations and denounce the alligator”.
I feel like I hit every point on your list.
I’ve never seen beauty in a baboon’s rump. That’s fartism, not artism.
I think I’m on the fringes, just like everything else including reality.
Sorry for your loss, but I love what you wrote about your “Cuz”, and I think he would have loved it, too.
I’m so sorry about your cousin. I’ll pass along what a nurse in the ER said to me after a family member’s unsuccessful suicide attempt, when we were so stunned: You can never know what’s in someone’s mind.
We all felt so responsible, and the nurse’s statement helped.
He was a great friend for 20 some years. I miss him terribly.
Yes he did keep those coon skins on the wall i have seen them very nice story as well RIP my friend
This is a great eulogy for your cousin. I’m so sorry this has happened.
I hope he found a pot o gold awaiting him at the end of the crick! Sorry for the loss of your cuz.
How sad, poor fellow, he must have been depressed. I’m glad your coon skins gave him some temporary happiness.
John Berryman: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/berryman/berryman.jpg
Bill Holm: https://flippistarchives.blogspot.com/2008/07/melancholy-quotient.html
I believe Homer had a beard, as does Beardy McBeard, who is alive and tweeting.
If you would like a Swede in your list you could go for Gustafson Fröding. He had a big beard and was a fantastic poet.
Gustaf Frödig did have a great beard: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjl18WL5YvUAhUM5YMKHYwJAswQjRwIBw&url=https%3A%2F%2Fnl.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FGustaf_Fr%25C3%25B6ding&psig=AFQjCNFXc7IGb4q_dO6Ilif8j0uOmFGclg&ust=1495827294523015
Did he write any poems with birds in them?
Beautiful ???????
Such a deal!
Never was so much milk squirted into so many reptilian eyes.
Not since that one Pink Floyd concert.
I always wondered about the crocs in England.
OK, that is really funny! Was no one in charge of censorship at this school? How unusual. LOL!
Danielle Steele? Are you serious? That teacher needs a talking to.
I’ve got photos of you with your sheep, will that do?
Do you think that I look like her when I’m with my sheep?
Did he make love to the ghost? If they practised safe sex it would have been a good lesson for 9 year olds. That picture isn’t so great. Leaning over a chair is structurally unstable.
Perhaps the awkwardness in the pose is studied. Definitely a striking woman.
Now that’s what I call “acting the goat”!
Bravo. I absolutely love this. This is so, so much better than those bland author photos where they try to dress up in some boring pantsuit and look thoughtful. Give me a good old fashioned chicken hat over that any day.
That must be your castrating arm…
This is getting strange, isn’t it?
Ba Ba black lambs, they don’t have any wool (yet). Cute creatures and I can’t help feeling sorry for the eunuch you made. Don’t people need stud rams?
I don’t think they miss their testicles, though I can’t be certain.
One of them should be awarded the Catkins prize. I’ll volunteer to be on the panel of judges.
I think it was Kurt Vonnegut that taught me where the asterisk came from. He may have been looking at the back end of a dog, but nearly any mammal is a good example. The line up of cats makes it definitive.
As a car owner (or host?), the back end is the most viewed.
🙂
It must have been good having a face where you could play a tune by blowing your nose.
Yes. It played well in France.
Maybe they thought the bed was a refuge from the storm. I would have thrown a blanket over both of them to calm them down.
Yes, that would be a good idea. But they also seem to enjoy fighting. A lot.
They ought to pluck out those hairs and make a proper nest. You can’t lay eggs in a beard.
Cool!
That’s awesome! I cannot color to save my life. I can barely color inside the lines with a fancy computer program.
The Pink Flamingo Lady. She could be a charater in Batman. She would spray salty water over her enemies.
Yes. That. Perfect.
“A beard in hand is worth two in the bush” is what a bird might say.
VERY good intentions!
Sorry that it wasn’t a very good idea, though.
Her parents just needed her to teach her how to do that.
I’m surprised your kitties need a litter box. Can’t they do their business in the Great Outdoors (after digging a little hole)? I’m assuming you have a cat flap.
No cat flap! The two indoor cars stay indoors to keep our house mouse free. Then we have two feral cats to keep the barn mouse free, and they go in and out through the chicken door, but they have a litter box, too. It’s a good way to keep track of when they are home.
Looks more like a submarine than an airship. You could replace the lost ‘a’ with an aqualung.
You’re right! I knew there was something off about my airship.
I don’t think I’m high enough to appreciate this level of awesomely absurd alliteration.
It’s worth learning Portuguese just to find out what “passado pranto” means. It’s a phrase that could easily become more popular than its English equivalent.
Past mourning. I cheated and used google translate. It would take a long while to learn Portuguese for this geezer. So North Africa is the place to go when your heart is broken? I could see that. Even with one eye.
Portugal has a strange and interesting history, wherein they sort of lost North Africa. It might still be a good place to go, though.
That would be T-Regina. I believe kangeroos are fond of boxing.
Who/what is “the Cat and Crow”?
It is a yarn shop in Mount Horeb where they also sell my wool sculptures.
I love reading about your grandparents!
I love my grandparents! Grandma Ruth is the only one still alive. She’s still as goofy as ever, too.
Do they sell cat yarn?
Only in hairball form. I mean… what I meant to say was, “No. They don’t.”
I always feel prettier in a skirt.
Re: Twitter diet tips. No chips or other crunchy “snacks in a bag” in the house. EVER.
Its always been about the magic…
🙂
When I first saw those pictures of entire neighborhoods having gone up in smoke I finally understood the devastation that was going on. So many killed. I just can’t imagine what those effected by all this must feel.
Link doesn’t work for me. 🙁
Very good photographs. You have an eye for composition.
My favorite – the airliner with cloud background! That was me 12 years ago…
Do you miss it?
Not really. It was a great career but changed so much after 9/11 I was glad to be done.
The things we used to do with no thought to safety!
1. Alice looks about 15 in this picture.
2. Good god, that wreck was 23 years ago? How long have I known you?
I guess 24 years?
We all look very young!
Great story! I remember the EXP very well, I was interested in getting one, but since we had kids then, we went with the Mercury Lynx, the same thing with four seats.
Your posts have always had a way of connecting with me, sending me off on oblique tangents:
https://flippistarchives.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-mountains-high.html
Such a gracious hostess!
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one to immediately think of Mr Toad when I saw these characters.
Only thing missing was the old gentleman with the umbrella poking him in the behind. 🙂
The illustration looks like the June Taylor dancers meet Dracula. Very cool!
Thanks! Some people have colored it and posted pictures on facebook that are really cool.
I cherish my creepy Shoshanah postcards!
I always liked a stylish Fez.
I just got my wallflower, it is wonderful. I might have to rewire my house again to showcase it properly!
Here is some Hesse magic for ya.
Whenever I read a Hesse novel weird synchronicities happen, like, for example, finding a GLASS BEAD in a random part of the woods while picking up dog poop (way off the trail) that is the exact size, color, and design, and is positioned so that the design in the glass bead is facing the same direction and is oriented the same as the most prominent glass bead on the cover of the copy of The Glass Bead Game I had with me. Was reading it on a bench before going to get the poo and discovering the marble staring right at me.
Thankfully there is an explanation for this seamingly personal message from the universe:
“The life of everybody is a road to himself” – Hesse
Maybe you need to have professional castrations next time!
Like pay a vet to come out? He came out and explained to me what happened and how to do it better, in great detail, while constantly pointing to his own testicles. LOL. I think I am a professional, now, just not a good one.
Maximum adorable animal selfie!
LOL!
I have this CD also and LOVE it !!! Man’s got the goods !!!
You can hear some rough cuts here: https://johnfrancis2.bandcamp.com/album/boogie-fool-rough-mixes
This looks great, I can’t wait for my copy to arrive.
Actually, since I now have eternal life, I guess I can wait.
It makes me happy to have been the “grit” for your pearl!
There was a Doctor Who episode about this, I think. Beware!
There might be a cave under there!
… or a portal to the underworld!
You treat your critters well, no wonder Cooper loves you.
If you wondered where I’ve been, I only figured out that you were still blogging yesterday! I had a link to Shoshanah.space but I thought is was just a sale site for your art and books. D’oh!
The Weaver and I might be in the Mount Horeb area in May…
I changed the home page to stuff for sale because I thought it was sort of hard to figure out from the blog what it is I do!
Love, love LOVE this!
That’s a really “3 a.m. OMG I’m going to die…” painting.
Wow!
All that I am capable of doing before breakfast is making coffee…