Thoughts on writing, living, and believing…
Another sign of getting old, is that all your childhood friends start to die.
You may not remember the name, but I’m sure you remember Bunny Rabbit, Mr. Moose, and of course, Dancing Bear.
Bon voyage Mr. Allegretti! Thank you for being such a sweet friend to generations of youngsters!
Apt, I say!
h/t Ace
There are some wonderful 19-20th century photos over at Predictable History, Unpredictable Past. It’s a pretty neat history lesson. Check it out!
…call a Spartan!
Micajah Reynolds saved a kid’s life last week. No big deal.
It’s an addiction. I try to look away, but it keeps drawing me back.
Like Quint at the end of Jaws, I slide inexorably down the deck of my sinking, little boat only to be chewed and then drowned in the gaping maw of some gargantuan monster of insanity…
Howz that for some purple prose?
The news is what I mean. I told myself I’d lay off, but I keep seeing stuff like this:
Continue reading “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World”
I love it when a musician takes a fresh approach to a piece of music—instrumentally speaking that is…
h/t Ace
Whatever else happens this season, I’m sure of one thing: Max and his friends will eat their fill of wolverines, wildcats, and gophers.
Mmmmm, that’s some good weasel!
First though, some Bronco hors d’oeuvres…
Go Green!
Continue reading “The Buck Stops Here!”
Dadgummit! That varmint’s got some moves!
h/t Ace