I do not like that he died. I like that we remember him. Surprise, surprise, surprise! RIP Jim Nabors.
First thought … Scorpion’s Animal Magnetism album … song the Zoo. If I looked even remotely like the lovely ladies in the video, I’d flaunt the hell out of it. Uh, no I would not! Too close to truths of today and that could turn into an entirely different post. Instead I selected the version by Acoustica. Still features Klaus’ vocals!!! I will never forget him screaming WE LOVE SAN ANTONIO!!!! before the 3rd (yes 3rd) encore. One of the best concerts I ever attended.
Meanwhile, back at the other zoo. I am reading a book and a character who I call stoner John has a million dollar idea for a “Punch Zoo”. You know just like a petting zoo only instead of petting, you punch the animals.
Twisted! For sure. But I have to say, when I read it, I laughed out loud. So much for my taste. I must be twisted. No guessing, ’tis true. Sometimes even inappropriate laughter is better than the alternative. So farcical. Escapism to read about things I will never do. I would never punch an animal. They’d eat me first. And besides, I love animals.
Brought to you Via The Daily Prompt and J-Dub’s racing mind.
As aways, more to come.
Do I dare go hiking on Saturday?
Does lightning ever really strike the same place twice?
I’m sure I won’t fall and break another body part
Well. Sort of. Not really. Maybe.
Ugh. My irrational mind is playing tricks on me.
As always, more to come.
Only two chapters in and David Wong is my current favorite author. Like the TX weather it will change but for now score!!!!!
Lol! I’ve lost it … if I ever had it.
What the hell did I just read?
I’m gonna call the character stoner John. He calls his buddy Dave for an “emergency”. He’s got a house full of like minded stoners blind taste testing Froot Loops. Their premise of conspiracy is the loops are all the same flavor just different colors. He says “get over here Dave! Skittles are next!”
Paints a vivid picture and I’m so easily amused. I bet we all have someone like him in ours lives. If we’re lucky 🍀
As always, more to come.
This is sooooo gooood!!!! Mary read my mind. I am in good company. How did it get so late so soon?????????
I often look for the answer to the question…
“How did it get so late so soon?”
Does anyone know?
It’s almost December, three weeks and five days before Christmas.
We haven’t seen much snow.
Why do the days go by so fast?
Does anyone see?
Until January 1st, when time seems to stop around here.
Most northerners will agree.
Why does Saturday suddenly turn to Monday?
Does anyone care?
We need another weekend day to finish what we started.
Having plenty of time is rare.
Why is the work day long and the evening short?
Does anyone feel the same?
There’s never enough time for laundry and blogging and Star Trek marathons.
Time always wants to play this game.
How did it get so late so soon?
Can anyone explain?
The intricacies of flewn time and opportunity gone with the wind.
Another day down the drain.
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Sometimes all it takes is a snippet
Uh yea she is!
And by she, I mean me 😃
I’m using my left arm more and more. I’ve convinced myself that the cast WILL come off 12/5! Screw three more weeks. Not gonna need it.
Best concert ever was November of 2003. B and I were in Vegas Baby Vegas. MGM Grand. Aerosmith. Kid Rock stole the show though with Bawitdaba. He’s cocky too. The best part was his Motown medley. Yep, I said Motown. And Mother Trucker is one bad ass drummer. 🤘
Tomorrow is book club at Schaefer branch library. Yay! The book this month (You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott) was a repeat for me. This time it took me more than a 24 hour period to finish though. I re-read my original review and it still works so here you go … link to March 2017 entry
If I am anything, I am predictable. I picked out the same line for my commonplace book.
“Isn’t it a strange day”, she said, “when you realize you have no idea what is going on in your kids head? One morning you wake up and there’s an alien in your house. They look like your kid, sound a little like them but they are not your kid. They’re something else that you don’t know. And they keep changing. They never stop changing on you.”
Unrelated but of a similar ilk. I once had a dream that I helped Pony bury a body. It was so realistic … upon waking, I was sickened. Just a dream of course. The subconscious mind is wiggy man. Sometimes the conscious mind is too.
As always, more to come.
… saving nuts 🥜 for winter. Do they really do that? Or it is 🐻? Gives them something to eat when they wake from hibernation. It’s true, you are reading it here first.
No it’s not! I’m just making stuff up. But I’ll google squirrels and bears later. No telling what I’ll find 🤣
Dare I take two from Express Collection?
Hells yeah! Taking two is not greedy. There are some plenty left. Just means I’m escaping into blissful nirvana.