Plethora of Possums

And you know what that means--

More Possum Haikus!


Little Possum rush--
you have things to do tonight,
like not getting killed.


I slow for possum
he reverses direction
I must wait longer.


Possum foraging--
have you found anything good
that you want to eat?


Slink away Possum
into the tall grass and hide
from the death that drives.

Na na na na na na na na BatFail!

Yes.  That's supposed to be a Batman symbol.  I think.







And here's another lovely picture of something I pass everyday while I work:

Or as I prefer to call it: Ood Way.  This way to the Oods!  This is the Ood way of living!  Only Oods live here!

Quite right too.

Telegrams from a Medieval War

Dragon bite festers STOP Must eat cow liver STOP Tastes terrible STOP Be home soon STOP


Langley got impaled on his own lance STOP Held funeral STOP I get his armor STOP Tad got his horse STOP Lucky Tad STOP


Dragon set camp on fire STOP We killed dragon STOP Dragon steaks cooked on Dragon flame tastes good STOP All men sick with stomach ache STOP


Tell Mom not to worry STOP I only lost one leg STOP Richard lost both STOP I hate camels STOP

One of a kind

I've always thought that Abraham Lincoln has a very distinct look

Aside from his natty beard and top hat of course.

It's something to do with his cheekbones and high forehead--something I've never seen on someone else.  Some people get close, but no one truly ever looks like Abraham Lincoln.  I've always wondered why--did the high-cheekbones-and-high-forehead genetic stock somehow die out?

Apparently not.

It just hasn't been in America.

Meet Christopher Eccleston.

He's British.  And if he was given the right beard and hairstyle we'd have a dead ringer for Abraham Lincoln.

Or maybe I just need sleep.

Night.  :)

Aieeeee!!!

As I travel abroad I fear for the safety and well-being of Roger and myself; it seems everywhere I look I see the black-striped forms of skunks--perilous as such a sight is, they are horribly adorable--and as they waddle away from Roger and myself I wait in terrified anticipation for the moment that tail lifts to deliver its near-fatal blow from which it will be difficult to recover.

I pray it never occurs.

Well, I'm back.

And as Samwise said this with a mixture of contentedness and sadness, so I echo his words.

Well, I'm back.

Did you miss me?  ;)

I'm sorry the break was twice as long as I said it would be.  I was having a bit too much fun not worrying about posting.  Sorry.  Sort of.  I enjoyed having a break so I can't be completely sorry about doing it.  Moving on.

I've given some thought to how I want to keep going on with this blog.  I feel I may have overextended myself with posting 6 times a week--not that writing six times a week is truly difficult, but writing something interesting 6 times a week is.  I don't like filler.  I don't like reading something that was obviously written to pass time--so why should I inflict things like that on you?

I shouldn't, that's why.

So from here on out the format of this blog will be a little different.  At bare minimum I'll be posting 3 times a week.  But if I have fun things to say etc. I'll post more often.

I hope this works better.

:)

Wednesday Word: Hiatus

Hiatus: a break or interruption in continuity.

If I'm perfectly honest with myself I need a hiatus from writing this blog.  I've managed to keep to my goal of six posts a week for six months--six months!  I know I've slipped up and sometimes done two a day to make up for it, and I'm really sorry about those days.  They seem to be happening more and more often.

I'm taking it as a sign that I need a short break to get my head back together.  I know it's probably just a brief downer spell--I feel as if I can't write anything worthwhile or interesting.  And lets be honest, most of my recent work has been less than good.

I'm sorry for taking this break on you all.  Lets give it a week.  Hopefully I'll feel better by then.