That is all. As you were, comrades.
Harriet was almost out of food, so I stopped to pick some up on my way home from work. This time, Wellness Core, which is what I wanted to get last time, as it is grain free, but they were out. It was in stock this time, and she likes it just as much as the Wellness Super 5 Mix.
There’s a shot of Pandora toward the end. She was supervising.
Harriet just had her ears washed, so she had to do the “rub her face on the back of the couch” routine.
I was transfixed by this stupid video.
I stayed home from work yesterday, not because the roads were particularly bad, but because our parking lot was an ice rink. I figured it would be just my luck to hit someone trying to get out, and that is not the way to start the day, thankyewverymuch.
I went to two different places to look for Harriet’s food, but everyone was out of it. This was another (sort of) limited ingredient food that looked similar enough, to I decided to give it a try. Well, not me, personally. Anyway, Harriet likes it, and she spent about an hour cleaning out the inside of the bag.
I went to two different places to look for Harriet’s food, but everyone was out of it. This was another (sort of) limited ingredient food that looked similar enough, to I decided to give it a try. Well, not me, personally. Anyway, Harriet likes it, and she spent about an hour cleaning out the inside of the bag.
I’ve been listening to this song just about non-stop. The whole album is good, but this track is special. The lyrics are sort of nebulous, in a way that makes me think of something new every time I hear them.
(I think some of the lyrics are wrong in the video, but I have no idea what the actual words are.)
I’ve been listening to this song just about non-stop. The whole album is good, but this track is special. The lyrics are sort of nebulous, in a way that makes me think of something new every time I hear them.
One thing I’ll say for the less travelled way
Doesn’t have subtlety
Has twice the gravity
Get in and go and you’re one with the now
Turns inconsistently
Arcs in a symphony
Make your mind sharp and aware of the holes
Fall through them steadily
Slip through them readily
Watch your watch spiraling out of control
It’s beyond all that anyway
Time is dead anyway
Passenger song on the dark radio
Wheel’s in your other hand
And home’s in your other mind
Lights on the screen and then shut by the door
Voice their inner frames
The eyes which are all the same
Follow the path until it falls away
Hurry it’s dangerous
Some say it’s glamorous
Charge through the past and the future and now
Come to it sparingly
With what you are carrying
Notes on the pages and notes in the bars
Cheers and we thought it scars
It might make you see the stars
Show me and told me then show me to bed
Collapsing anyway
The edge is starting to fray
Oh right, you are right, you are right, you are right
Left from the interstate
‘Cause you can hardly wait
One thing I’ll say for the less travelled way
Doesn’t have subtlety
Has twice the gravity
The only thing worse than Donald Trump on my TeeVee is Frank Caliendo impersonating Donald Trump on my TeeVee. If ever there was a person who pisses me off just because I know he exists, it’s Frank Caliendo. Ugh!
Are there actually people out there who think this douchewaffle is funny?
I talked to my brother yesterday, and somehow, the discussion wandered off into music, and then to John Prine. We grew up with a huge variety of music–from folk, country, and classic rock to heavy metal, glam, and disco. And our step-dad listened to a lot of public radio, so there was a good bit of classical added to the mix, too.
Jesus don’t like killing, no matter what the reason’s for.
When we were kids, the grown-ups would hang out, playing guitar and singing folk songs. John Prine’s music was always a favorite. It’s just as good–and relevant–today as it was then.
I was listening to this one in the car this morning, as I was driving out to Unionville. It made me weepy.
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose.
I’m not particularly religious, but that line has always struck a chord with me. All those men and women who volunteered to go to Iraq. All because of a big, fat lie told by petulant, little men. And they’ll all come home–the ones who aren’t killed–damaged. Whatever their personal reasons for going to Iraq, and whatever your personal feelings about wars and the ethics of volunteering to fight them, those soldiers deserve to be told the truth about why they’re fighting.
And those petulant, little men want the world to think that they’re good Christians, while all the while they’re lying and stealing and killing tens of thousands of men, women, and children. It’s mind boggling to think that, if the polls are remotely accurate, roughly half the voters in this country are prepared to put our people, our soldiers, and the people of Iraq, through four more years of this nightmare.
I’d like to wake up from this bad dream on Wednesday morning.
red paper boat 