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Somebody go tell mindful webworker the new one's up, he can quit talking to himself in the ONT...and come talk to himself over here.

"He gets hammered nearly every night and is on anti-depressants." —Duncan of Idaho

He should have stuck with the choom and never touched the cocaine. Ah, Atlantis!

It took years, decades, for the stories about JFK's addled antics to become public knowledge. Cartwheels naked down the hotel hallway being the least of it.

Surely it won't take as long for the antics of the butthead to become known. What the Secret Servicemen must know — how do they do it?

Not that it would bother his immoral flock, who would find his worst behaviors adorable, but for the bunch of somewhat more moral followers whom he has worked so hard to fool all along.

Armageddon tired of this foo'.

I mentioned our forecast back at #236. Rain, sleet, snoot, sheet, ice pellets, snow, wind, thunder... but no 'naders, so there's that.

A rhyme is what I really want.
But Webster says these two lines can't.

I awoke this morning to find i had not[ posted the following:

'Well, we just had a fun drive home. And by fun I mean treacherous and terrifying."

A nice, slick coating of March.

Howdy, bleary edge of morning people.

I'd like to stay and play
But I've only come to say
I've got to go away

beeecause...

We only have 16 of the Farenheits now.
High tomorrow will be... 16.
Low tomorrow night will be... 3.
And in the forecast,
ice
snow
sleet
sneet
sloot
thunder
rain
did I mention ice?

And it's two counties away.

I'm going to my cell,
crawling under the covers
and hibernating 'til..

a couple of days from now
when it's back in the 50s.

Singing this'll be the day that Hope Change died,
this'll be the day that Hope Change died
— Unabomber

Sorry, the judges can only give a generous "D+" on quality, but you get a strong "B" for idea/inspiration, and bonus points for the effort.

*golf clap lite*

Since Hillary is sooo great and sooo healthy,* let's start clamoring to send her as a special envoy to Ukraine and/or Russia. —Mama AJ

* And good at dodging bullets!

In a gesture of good will toward religious groups, Paramount has agreed to alter the marketing materials for it's upcoming Biblical epic Noah to make clear that it is a creative rather than a literal adaptation of The Bible story, The Hollywood Reporter has learned exclusively.
—c/o Drudge*

This will also alter promotion for another upcoming flick, "Return of the Son of Black Jesus."

* Yeah, went to Drudge 'cause Vic was so lite on the news this morning.

A few days ago, I mentioned to Milady that one oof our pack of deer looked like she was carrying. Today, nestled down in the grass, I see a tiny fawn.

They may be mobile venison plants that spread ticks, but they are weirdly pretty. And baby deer — I mean, d'awwww + + !

Mindful comment you probably missed on the ONT but can't live without:

Ronald Reagan: It's morning in America.

Buzzy Omumbles: It's Democrat Happy Hour!

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Morning, Glories.

Here's me on a nostalgia trip, at the ashen end of the ONT. Don't look back. Pillar of salt!
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Thank you, Molly k. Don't know that song, but that house really did shape us. It was almost a member of the family. The earlist memory I can dredge up is standing in our driveway, looking up at the place, thinking, this is my home.

Milady likes lookie-looing at real estate, and mentioned she'd like to tour it, after decades of hearing me talk about it. Don't think I could stand it. I did take the kids to the front door one year trick-or-treating. A glance through to the front hall was almost overwhelming.

No do-overs, no reset, in real life.

Ooo, look! Incipient sunrise!

There is an ad here for a Yoshimura Power Package RM-Z, with a picture of something that might be a battery-powered tentacle. I have no idea what I'm looking at.

I just expect if I write a long one, a new thread pops up. But it's Saturday. The rules are different.

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Putin three on two, Russia into the Ukraine. Take a Risk card.

Thoughts which drive me from my bed, Mar 1:

My older sister's birthday was early Feb. All month I meant to write to her. All month I didn't.

Thought about writing her that our childhood house is up for sale. There's pix on the real estate website.

A nice picture of her old room, where I would sneak in and listen to her 45s.

A picture of the bedroom I shared with my brother before little sister was born.

You could see right into the bathroom to the old green freestanding sink where I used to brush my teeth.

Divorce changed everything, and along with the rest of the destruction of the family, that house got sold.

Repercussions of family tragedy rippled right through to my own family and kids, as well as my sibs and their kids, and their and my kids' relationships and families.

The visitation of the sins of the fathers upon subsequent generations is not some mystic punishment; like gravity's punishment for not seeing the edge of the cliff, it's intrinsic to the dynamics of reality.

When I think of little me in that bedroom, mom reading bedtime stories, many decades ago, I am deeply sorrowful. The thought of brushing my teeth at that sink makes me nostalgic as a physical punch in the gut, in ways photos & old home movies don't do.

Whatever Is is, I accept Fate; but I still mourn for that family and its unrealized potentials. Drove me from my bed.

And how are you, this morning? Nood up yet?

Ronald Reagan: It's morning in America.

Buzzy Omumbles: It's Democrat Happy Hour!

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Evening, rebels. Nice y'see us75. wish I could hang, bit one eye is already closed. corresponding side of brain is asleep... I find that sleeping with only half my brains at a time has limited value.

Never mind about flying cars.

I want a giant domesticated passenger bird, loyal as a dog, smart as a horse, speech capable like parrots.

Why waste valuable DNA research time on anything else?

"The brontosaurus doesn't exist, and never has." —buzzion

Not yet...! —mad scientists at play

"Funny, I don't remember giving anyone permission to access my webcam." —BackwardsBoy

Technically, if it has a camera open, is turned on, and is connected to the net, you've implicitly granted permission. Whether you meant to or like it or don't.