Yes, I know.
The posting has been non-existent as of late and I need to get the shoulder back on the grindstone.
The only excuse I have is that for the past week, Ashland has been hit with a heat wake that has left temperatures in the high nineties for the last week, turning my brain into a substance not unlike tapioca pudding. Fried tapioca pudding at that.
Seriously, remember Alan Howard at the end of “The Cook, The Thief, his Wife & Her Lover”. I’m like that, only chunkier and not banging Helen Mirren.
I do promise to step up this week including some choice words about this “Birther” shit that’s been going around. Short version: “GODDAMN FUCKING WHITE PEOPLE!!!
I promise the longer version will be better argued.
In the meantime, please enjoy this lovely footage of Guinea Pigs fighting over a cucumber.
Because sometimes, you need some cute.
Wow, you had to bring that movie up. I’m still traumatized by that film.
Loved this definition of birther! http://tinyurl.com/nsbwgn
MarchMoon: Sorry about that but it’s a favorite here in the Jensen household.
And let’s be frank, the metaphor is apt, APT, I TELLS YA!