Frankenberry's Attic

You know one thing I truly hate are websites that periodically tell you that you must change your password and now usually to something with so many requirements you have to stick googly eyes to your already actual googlying eyes just to really express the almost cartoonish nature of it. Look, these days it’s enough… Continue reading

Dad: (outside voice in the car) Oh, Stephy, your mother would like it just as much if you just made her something, made her a card, you know, draw her a picture and make her a card, with lots of colors. You like to draw. Tell her how much you love her. (inside voice) sorry… Continue reading

I think moving forward I’m just going to call them my “karatorials” or “Franken-songials”, though that’s a little ungainly (you can add pretty much anything to “Franken …” by the way, believe me, and quite a few iterations of such over the years have been none too flattering ). Whatever, just my editorials here via… Continue reading

Earlier today as I came home, another finally Friday, but another disappointment of a week, another week where what it is that I do is just considered by some, nothing more, just considered, I relaxed on the top top climb of the driveway’s tall tall hill at last. The idiots were out today, Fridays bring… Continue reading

Ya know I’ve found myself, over the last couple of years, to be prone to a parody tune or two, political stuff (minus the occasional things about cats peeing where they shouldn’t) the Orange Devil, going to hell in a handbasket, hypocrisy, authoritarian leanings, that sort of thing, obvious shit, things that for some reason… Continue reading

Well, the girls just survived a visit from The Louie. Mimi: Egads!! What the hell is that thing?! Bella: Did you just say “Egads”? Mimi: Yeah, and? Bella; Well don’t look at me on that thing. Hell, you came from the “down there” you should know … and please don’t say “Egads” again … ever.… Continue reading

As I was driving home earlier this week, enjoying day three of temps in the upper 60’s, finally a nice stretch that might stay now (I’m not checking the forecast forward by the way just in case) I had my windows down welcoming the breeze of the early evening and the drive, Alan Parsons “I… Continue reading

(over a couple of weekends) Though it was still a bit chilly earlier, an open window, even for a moment, grabbed a fan of Cricket the Blind Cricket the Blind: Dude? What? Forecast What? Not too cold Ok, and? Ummmm? Oh, right. Open Thanks. Tomorrow too? Yep, will do /////////////////////////////////////// Still a bit chilly but… Continue reading

A few takes from my slightly late get home on Friday night   1 – it’s nice to be waited for … well, from a fur perspective of course 2 – there’s a reason I call her Mimi the Quirky 3 – jesus, I talk loud     Continue reading