Thursday, December 14, 2017

Recent Thoughts, December 14

1. I'm now older than Hitler. No one else knows this.

2. Rolf came by again. I wish he wouldn't.

3. I got an email from a friend this morning. I thought he'd been eaten by sharks but I guess I heard wrong or else he recovered. Pretty tough old guy. Never goes anywhere without at least one snake in his pocket. "They make good conversation starters," he says. Plus, most bank robbers don't use snakes so he's got the element of surprise in his favor, and he always has a squeeze bottle of Liquid Ass on hand for those times when he has to demonstrate that he's not afraid to smell like he just might do any and/or every something crazy, and stand back ladies and gents. His name is Walter, I think, or Alf - used to be a professional rose trimmer at one of those fancy eastern liberal arts colleges where they have a lot of ivy on the walls, and flower beds, but he decided that what he really wanted out of life was to be closer to his pet snakes, and got more thrills from bank robbery, not to mention a more robust income than what he made tussling with shrubbery. He'll be flying in next week if the Feds don't get him first. That's about all I know for now.

4. I want to be a professional speed sleeper, but if that doesn't work, I'll take professional speed scribbler, or even dust bunny hunter.

5. Last night I dreamed that I had a cocktail but when I woke up I still had my regular one.

6. For the first time ever I feel like a real man. After my facial, manicure, pedicure, and loofah scrub. I got fired for being a wuss, but only real men get fired from real cannons, which is coming up right after my nap.

7. "Tatiana Hassenfeffer". That's what it says on the card. Came in the mail yesterday along with a bag of fuzz.

8. That gray spot on the front of your shirt? I'm shooting wet boogers today, and you looked like you needed one.

9. One of the quarters in my pocket has a portrait of Egwan Spelmanus, our first trial President. I used to know him before he was experimentally coined.

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Recent Thoughts, December 6

  1. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has a new hobby, singeing cotton balls while guzzling wine — singe binges. I'm so sweet on her forever.
  2. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has taken up hunting. She uses a crossbow and stalks dust bunnies by candlelight. We roasted one last night for her birthday.
  3. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, had an extensive housefly collection until one of her cousins ate it to get a buzz.
  4. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, wanted fried fish but never caught any so she pounded me. Now it's a tradition, I guess. Got fish, send me some, I'm getting mushy.
  5. Whenever I think of farm tractors, I think of my love, Echinoia Eeeps. I don't know why. Maybe it's the low-end torque. Maybe the hefty lugs, or the paint job, but something. Whatever it is, it's magical.
  6. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has taken up welding. "More productive than knitting," she says. Now I have a nice armored cage to sleep in.
  7. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, requested a sand castle of me, which I recently finished. "Too small," she said. "I want a real one." So I had to enroll in architecture school. After the bruises healed. (She has fists of iron, my love does.)
  8. My love, Echinoia Eeeps, made me turtle soup, or would have if she'd managed to catch me, even though she keeps insisting that I will no doubt taste more like rat.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Recent Thoughts, November 30

The room is solid with people, packed, shoulder-to-shoulder, wall-to-wall.

A stray remark.

A sudden peal of laughter.

A pressure wave expands outward at the speed of sound.

The place explodes.

The lone survivor a confused parakeet.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Recent Thoughts, November 23

1. Here comes the food, right on time. Nothing beats clockwork oranges on stopwatch toast, with 3-minute eggs, served at sunrise.

2. The food arrives. Bucket after tray after pail. This pig's life is complete.

3. I calculated the calories I use breathing — decided I could save a huge amount on food if I quit doing it.

4. Today it's albóndigas, preferably not made of cat meat. Or cat food. Or furballs. Or other stuff I'm choosing to be allergic to.

5. Mmm. Moist and chewy. I hope it's food.

6. Ah. Lunch has arrived, its feelers still twitching. This could be interesting.

7. A guy just waved. He's the one who brings me food. He and his staff. They have a cafe. I eat there. Then I pay. With diarrhea. It's in my contract.

8. It's a big day here at the cafe. Food has not only arrived, but it's edible.

9. I tried that Mediterranean diet but couldn't afford the daily airfare to Crete for lunch. #BackToBurgersThen

10. Went to a dietitian. 'It's science!' she said, handing me a bag with a kitty on the side. Now I upchuck furballs.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Recent Thoughts, November 15

1. Winter sky, turning its eyes toward spring. Meat on the horizon treads quietly eastward. Stay indoors. Play dead. Your cat knows how. Just ask.

2. Farm lies quiet in abandonment. Crow eyes me speculatively, recalling its theropod heritage, but I have the teeth this time.

3. I never thought it would end like this. No one does, and why? Teeth in the dark. No way out. Goodbye, hamster. I didn't expect to be your lunch.

4. Haimish Jeebers married Sally Neck Lace for tax purposes and I'm still waiting to buy Lace-Jeebers products. Am I out of luck?

5. If mickel shoobers were a real thing, then what would the rest of us use our imaginations on?

6. Last night ants carried off every car on the block. They'll be back soon for the keys and insurance papers. So I hear.

7. My sister bought a helicopter. She's going to drop gum drops at gum drop drops, but only ones that sell floppy mops and cute printed cotton tops. Next Thursday, if not sooner. Keep your eyes peeled and wait expectantly.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Recent Thoughts, November 11

 

Q: If I delete my Twitter account, how will I know what to think?

A: I deleted my Twitter account, I think.

 

Q: If I delete my Twitter account, will my mind come back?

A: I deleted my Twitter account and I don't mind it.

 

Q: If I delete my Twitter account, will I still get laid twice a century?

A: I deleted my Twitter account and will now take a nap and see what happens.

 

Q: If I delete my Twitter account, will everyone else on Twitter continue to never hear of me?

A: I deleted my Twitter account and still don't show up in the mirror.

 

Q: If I delete my Twitter account, when will my last check arrive and will I get it before my first check?

A: I deleted my Twitter account. Now I'm hungry. Check.

 

Now where should I go for news, information, and noogies? I feel so alone. I feel naked. Might be time to shower and get dressed and get to work.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Phase Changes

I'm transitioning off coal starting tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Spooky

Yeah, well. This is spooky, isn't it?

Or maybe it thinks we are, and some of us are.

That's why I hide in the bushes when I hear you coming.

Sunday, October 01, 2017

Bay Attacks

Not that common anymore, but possible.

Get a guy wound up, stick his face on a poster, add a bunny, and something could happen.

But what is a bay attack? Maybe the bunny knows. Will get back to you if I find out.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Sad Shack

Purcell Pavilion had a bad day yesterday.

For Purcell, every day is a bad day. Likely tomorrow will be too.

Be glad that at least you are a happy color.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Plinth

Plural of plint, I guess, but what is a plint, and does it hurt?

Maybe if a person tries eating it.

You first.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Sometimes A Day Without Direction

Sometimes it's like that, some days are. You get one and then...what?

Wait.

Just wait for tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Remembering You

As if I wanted to, Winter.

Go, go, go away. Come again another day.

After I move, leaving no forwarding address, eh?

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Sometimes

I stop and think: Is this who I am? Is this what I want? Is this what I should do?

Then I have another beer. I don't give a damn hoot. Not really.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Two Peckers

Appeared on a door.

And that's the story so far.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Ungh!

Ungh! Ungh!

Want results? Keep trying.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Nailed It!

To The Wall.

But then it broke free. Blue.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Thbbbbbt!

If you're not going to share your smokes.

Then beat it.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Beauty

What you see?

Or what you don't even look for?

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Bog

It's like a state of mind.

Not at all like most of Montana.

The other state.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Bog Log

This is another one of those things you never expected to get for Xmas.

And maybe you didn't.

Maybe I really didn't either. Maybe I misread the tag. That could be it.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Bog Hole

I seem to have a fixation with bogs.

Can bogs have holes? Wouldn't the water run out? What about all the little skittery critters? Wouldn't they go down the drain too?

We may never know unless you go and have a look. No, you go.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Blood

OK, there's a word that gets your attention.

(Now what am I supposed to say?)

Bye.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Berm

Good word, berm.

I wonder what it means, and if it really has anything to do with pigs.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Bearing

This has nothing to do with bears.

Unless you know where a bear is, where one isn't, and want to know how to get from the one place to the other. But do you need a compass for that?

Maybe you do. Me, no, not so much. Not at all, come to think of it.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Bear Encounter

Not always terrifying.

Not all bears are furry backcountry grunting bush sniffers.

Sometimes you learn stuff.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Beach

Life's a beach, right?

And then you die, right?

And then what? No one ever goes there.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Bayou

Sometimes, in some places, some things happen.

Like in space, where no one can hear you scream.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for rats. In the bayou. Or something.

Rats are not really all that bad. Really. Bayous — well... Maybe I can get back to you on that.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Bank

Some are like this, some are not.

Well, most are not.

Not what?

Whatever, OK?

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Attractive Nuisance

Well, nuisance, anyway.

I'll let you decide what's attractive.

Friday, June 09, 2017

Aspect

If it's only a spect, then maybe it don't mean much.

Unless you're driving at night, in summer, in Minnesota, and then you gets millions of spects, not just a spect, and they're all over your windshield.

That's life, such as it is, in some places.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Apex

Yeah, well, "apex" has many meanings.

Especially among my relatives and former co-workers.

Did you realize that you can spell that as cow orkers? Seems more appropriate that way, don't it?

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Animal Unit

If I were a duck, I'd probably never bang my forhead.

And anyhow, really — I wouldn't even have one, would I? And I'd be a nice brightcolor, able to count up to one.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Little Bitties

Amelia added ants to Andy's pants.

And then discreetly watched the fun unfold.

So bold.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Pointy Top

If I were to paint a mountain, first I'd pick a nice wall for it.

And then put so fine a point on it.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Alluvium

I looked through my window today, but the outside is closed.

I guess the sky fell overnight or something.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Time For Some Fluxion

Mom told me to clean my room, I think.

But I couldn't hear her too well because of the gasping. Oh, Mom. Always so much drama.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Happiness Is

Something fugitive, uncertain, fleeting.

But if you're a rock, then having two birdspot eyes is maybe enough.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Sun On The Rocks

Sun on the rocks, like wet on water.

So close they're almost touching.

Monday, March 20, 2017

So Far

So far, so distant, so cool.

So what?

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Freshygrass

Wouldn't you expect it here, in the sun, in the wet?

But would you expect it to be so...fresh?

Friday, March 10, 2017

Snowskin

Wrap yourself. Wrap tightly.

Then be clean in your fresh snowskin.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Leafs

Put them together and what do you get?

Two leafs, same as you started with.

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Toothy Grin

The mountains have a secret.

Somewhere behind that toothy grin.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Bunny Pants

See a bunny? See any pants?

See what I mean? (Don't get too close just yet.)

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Sky Says Bye

Winging its way from here to there.

The sky says "Bye!"

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Ridges On Ridges

From here to forever.

Asking endlessly receding questions.