Pull My Finger POTUS
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Trump became even more of a laughing stock last week when it was reported
that he was falling asleep in court and was emitting noxious fumes, to the
poin...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
The Blind Leading The Blind
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Nameless despair is man’s only reward for living and toiling under the
temporal sun of mortal existence. Am I right?
The post The Blind Leading The Blind...
Common Threads
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As part of my October Halloween/Samhain indulgences, I listened to an
Audible version of American Witches - A Broomstick Tour Through Four
Centuries by ...
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Sorry, friends, for not getting back to my blog writing place sooner. More
Ian Welsh goodness today. Everyone should signup at his site so they don't
miss ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
What I Did For Love
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When my daughter was born, the paternal instincts kicked in. I feared for
her safety. It became my responsibility to protect her and to provide for
her and...
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ReplyDeleteMy one time in New Orleans, I saw a guy in gorilla costume go running down St. Charles with a saxophone strapped to his back. It wasn't Mardi Gras.
ReplyDeleteThat's what happens when you spend too much time in the "Jazz Bistro."
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