(facebook April 14th) When I came home yesterday Bella was in her usual spot, on her comforter bed in the living room (shut up … yes, she has her own comforter and apparently she called in housekeeping while I was out to have them turn it down). This is one of her two spots, the… Continue reading

ANGEL OF DEATH: END OF DAYS, ROUTE 9, POUGHKEEPSIE??? (AUDIO POST) (and a guy dressed as the Grim Reaper holding an hourglass in the middle of route 9 led to this …) So I saw the Angel of Death tonight … on Route 9 in Poughkeepsie standing on the median between the North and South triple… Continue reading

Full bore Cricket the Blind at around her usual 6am the other morning after hopping down off the bed from her comfy spot and heading to the office. Clocking in she grabs her clipboard and a pencil: 1. Loudly scratch the large flat cat scratcher – CHECK. 2. Messily slap the shit out of the… Continue reading

Alright. I’ve done this before with “We Let Billy Drive the Car”, my little thing about a heist gone awry from September of 2020, so I thought I’d give it another whirl. Find an instrumental at my work production music site that I like and see if I can write something to it, the only… Continue reading

Ok, another musical editorial, I like it, it’s got things to say, my singing doesn’t make dogs cry (at least I don’t think so and me doing any experimenting to try and prove such would probably come off as weird and possibly even cruel) and I worked “askance” into the lyrics so it has that… Continue reading

Washed BB for only the second time in five years earlier this week. Dad used to say at his reluctance of car washes that it was only the dirt that was holding things together so I’ve gone with that. Gospel. He also just didn’t want to spend the money. Gospel twice. Said to one of… Continue reading

Picture My sis recently posted a new found picture of her and I and Dad, vintage 70’s, along with Grandma and Grandpa, the English ones, on a trip for them to see, first hand, exactly what their daughter had gotten herself into, two kids into the real and with a guy and his silly name,… Continue reading

(to Dave Matthews “Ants Marching”) Don’t know where the thought for this one came from, no, wait, I DO know where the thought came from, it came from the same spot most of my parody tunes/musical opinion pieces come from … our everyday madness and the surreal state of things where rational thought has been… Continue reading

I gave Celie a call not sure if she were around to check and see if I could take Memes down to the shelter for a look, even if there were no Doc’s there, just a look, just a look from anyone other than me and my sudden worry where Sherry said she is a… Continue reading

It’s cold. I hate cold. I’m sure I’m not alone in this. It’s a thing that makes me question every year where I live. Though it’s not a real cold, comparatively speaking, not a place where you could REALLY question where you live, places in videos that make you put on an extra layer or… Continue reading