The terrible toes
Confusion is not known as a great beautifier. Case in point: the evolution of Hemingway.
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Confusion is not known as a great beautifier. Case in point: the evolution of Hemingway.
Mid-August did not taste good at Tabby’s Place. Loss upon loss upon pummeling loss left a sour note of unfinished business.
Let us now pause to ponder the significance of stains. I speak not of the stains that smirch the towels and blankets of Tabby’s Place, but those stains — alright, blots — that blotch psychological examinations.
Be it known: beautiful things get missed much too often. Case in point: Saturn just came really close to the moon. If we were looking, we could have seen four planets at once. Four. (Five, if you looked down at the one you were standing on.) Case in second point: Minneapolis could have shut down […]
The Linda Fund, that is. I rarely ask for donations in this space, but you bet your bouncy-house I’m gonna do so today. And I have help.
Meet Rufus. He is what you would call a doofus — or, as they spell it in the land of his people, dufus. But woe to the one who looks at Rufus and sees an uncomplicated dufus.
The strawberry moon has hopped back into its hidey hole. The Jurassic Park/World/Money franchise has handed over its latest. The magical month of June has jaunted off for another year.
Sometimes there is news so momentous…happenings so humongous…events so earth-shaking… …only a summer blockbuster can properly tell the tale. Today’s post concerns a colossus of the cat, about to begin the biggest bonanza of his life. Accordingly, we have Spielberg, Cameron and Bigelow on the phone (plus Tim Burton, just in case we wanna get […]