Washing time
I do not regret to inform you that things are not getting worse. I repeat: the situation is not deteriorating rapidly. Kids these days are not kidnapping all that is good and right. All of us kids are going to be alright.
Enter in
We’ve gone and done it again. By the time you read this post, the odds are we’ll have done it several times. We don’t regret a single one.
Valentitled, part II
There’s a very tiny squirrel with no tail in my local rodent community. Not a nubbin. Not a shnubbin. Not even a tuftlet of a hint of a bygone blump. She’s the runt. She’s the weirdo. She’s in a perpetual state of joy. She’s undeniably in charge. We are collectively, irrevocably, exuberantly in love with […]
Valentitled, part I
The mailboxes at my condo complex are being replaced due to the fact that they are, and here I quote the venerable Association, “aging and have an inconsistent appearance.” That does not bode well for any of us.
Raise yourself to your full height
There are some secrets that are happy to be shared. For instance: 1) Every single walrus who ever lived, male or female, is named “Grandpapa.” 2) Some cats have a magic button between their ribs that, when scratched, causes their legs to salsa-dance. 3) We are all full royalty, made entirely out of stars.
Epilogues: January 2022
January hath given, and January hath taken away. January hath given us Zebra Cake ice cream, and January hath taken away all remaining laughable attempts by our species to appear dignified. January hath taken away our queen Betty White (and our gentle jester Louie Anderson, and our soaring bard Meat Loaf), and January hath given […]
The tapes we play
Sing to me, oh resplendent reader. What are the lyrics running like children through your mind-yard today? Are you sure you meant to open the fence?
The glory of the understory
Sometimes you have to go undercover. Cover of darkness. Cover of velveteen blankets. Cover of time itself, the great unbroken string from the world’s sunrise through the circuit of stars and unto the veil between light and greater light. Um, or something like that.
Leveling up
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.
Easy, easy
Oh my goodness. Listen up, kittens. I have very big news. I’m pretty sure I’ve found the single most catlike man who ever trod the earth.