So, in the morning, after getting out of bed, I like to sit and drink coffee ( Read more... )

These are pictures of my cat.
As strange as it may seem,
his name is Whitey .
I have many pictures of him,
as well as pictures of my other cats
that have died or simply disappeared.
What's gone is gone, but, fortunately,
Whitey is still alive and here with me now.
I miss my other cats, very much.
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The Magic of The Holidays is upon us!
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I keep hearing and seeing that message.
I really suffer-through this time of year.

Well, one good thing about recent happenings in the news
(yes, that news)
is that the Morons With Firearms
didn't, and probably won't, feel compelled to ( Read more... )

I'm feeling strangely depressed today.

In previous times, my reaction to yet another birthday
and the knowledge of the looming holiday season
with its obnoxious, utterly-inescapable, cloying, tinkly music,
and the overt, overbearing, crass comercialism interspersed
with farsical reminders about a feigned religiosity,
led me to basically check ( Read more... )

Today, at noon, I am scheduled to go to a local indoor firing range to learn how to use a gun.
No, I have not become a gun nut nor do I intend on becoming one ( Read more... )

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Tom Petty. Snoop Dog, Art Buchwald, Mickey Mantle, Scheherazade, morty_baby, and me.

Boom!

So, a while ago I discovered that putting a bird feeder on the little patio outside my door ( Read more... )

So, they came and upgraded my cable connection yesterday to the new fiber-optic network line that's recently been run through my alley.
Ordinarily I wouldn't have switched over since the old connection was fine and I had no problems or issues with it.
If it ain't broke... is usually my mantra ( Read more... )

Well, I guess the warnings were right.
Because of the vaccinations, we've all become different.
On Election Day they're gonna' flip a switch and we'll all feel
the inexplicable need to run out and vote for Kamala.
We were warned about this...

I don't want to make bad music anymore.
Year after year,
I am marginal.