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.

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.

Blood

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

(Now what am I supposed to say?)

Bye.

Berm

Good word, berm.

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

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.

Bear Encounter

Not always terrifying.

Not all bears are furry backcountry grunting bush sniffers.

Sometimes you learn stuff.

Beach

Life's a beach, right?

And then you die, right?

And then what? No one ever goes there.

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.

Bank

Some are like this, some are not.

Well, most are not.

Not what?

Whatever, OK?

Attractive Nuisance

Well, nuisance, anyway.

I'll let you decide what's attractive.

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.

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?

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.