I wonder if Mick Jagger ever catches himself humming “Get Off of My Cloud.”
Dear young man with the throat tattoo extending from ear to ear: I can see you have excellent judgement. I’m sure you will never regret that decision. Thank you for keeping exquisite taste on permanent display.
We took a short walk through Hickory Hill Park this afternoon and saw some black-capped chickadees. I was thinking they wouldn’t be so cute if they were cigar smokers.
Whenever I walk through a neighborhood with a lot of barking dogs I think, “Somebody should do something about all those kids stuck in wells.”
We made a quick stop at Tippecanoe Battlefield near Lafayette, Indiana. There was a museum we didn’t have time for this visit, and the battlefield included an obelisk monument with a statue of William Henry Harrison. A wrought-iron fence enclosed the battlefield. The gate was unlocked, and we could go in and out. More mysterious were the steps that led up an over the fence. We had a good laugh at it, and even made a video.
My brother looked it up later, and the steps are called a “stile,” as in “turnstile”— something that allows passage while maintaining the barrier. It’s purpose at this battlefield is still a mystery, though.
“Monocles and Manacles: The Institutionalization of Lunatics in 1890s Cambridge, England”
Forget the Age of Dinosaurs. If I ever travel back in time, I’m going to the Age of Cyanobacteria. Exciting!
Kindergarten must be German for “zero,” no?
When Franklin Roosevelt promised Americans a Nude Eel, they were perplexed and a little frightened. But they grew to cherish Social Security and collective bargaining rights.
Fudge Mint Day: a delicious accounting of our sins.
If the universe keeps contracting, it will become the puny-verse.
Is China rich in anti-occidents?
Affixed to the garbage bin outside our building is a warning label that says:
I checked my dictionary to make sure this isn’t an acceptable (perhaps Canadian) alternative spelling for “uniformly.” It isn’t, so from now I will deposit my trash dressed in a one-piece tuxedo.
I’ve been breathing all day so I think I’ll inhale something light tonight, like helium.
Out of peanut butter asparagus ice cream again.
Here’s a description of Crappy Hollow Park:
Crappy Hollow Park is a malevolent pit of despair cored out of the stenchiest, most noxious part of the county landfill. There are plenty of jagged metal edges to harm your children. The park has over 470 varieties of pestilence-carrying flies to contaminate your potato salad. Founded last Thursday during an excavation of some illegally discarded x-ray machines and the remains of a missing hobo, Crappy Hollow Park is pain and suffering for the whole family.
I think I’ll go to Happy Hollow Park instead.