Cats.
That's it.
Yesterday I posted cat photographs and had ten times the usual visits on the site.
Finally I definitively discovered the subject that will help make me the popular kid on the Internet. I'll change the blog topic to cats, every day. I will find cute cats, mean cats, grumpy cats, nipped out cats and texting cats.
Crap.....too late, there are a lot of those. To be precise, I did a Google and it returned 29,100,000 articles and sites devoted to cats, cyberspace doesn't need another one.
Then I noticed I was looking at numbers for a week not a day so never mind.
I wish Steve could do this....he'd earn his keep: Texts from Mittens
Oh to be a professional athlete.
In August Aldon Smith of the San Francisco 49ers was suspended for nine games. The breakdown of suspension is four games for substances of abuse and five games for violating the personal conduct policy of the NFL.
It's the second consecutive season in which Smith will miss several games unrelated to injury. He was out five games in 2013 following a DUI arrest when he voluntarily checked himself into a treatment facility.
Smith, 24, has had a long list of off-field transgressions. He received a 12-day sentence and three years of probation in July following a no-contest plea to three felony weapons charges and two misdemeanor DUI charges. The weapons charges (and one of the DUI charges) were in connection to a 2012 party at Smith's residence where he was stabbed.
Smith also made waves this year when he was accused of making a bomb threat to a TSA agent at
The latest reports from sport news says Smith may get a reduction of a game or two for exhibiting good behavior throughout his suspension.
Isn't good behavior what a person is supposed to exhibit?
I recently noticed I talk much too loud. I suppose it's the effect of my ever increasing hearing deficiency. More and more often I use sub titles when watching TV even though I find them annoyingly distracting and now my vocal range reaches Seattle stadium and jet engine decibels. I asked Wanda to start giving me the 'bring it down' hand gesture when we are in public.
I'm getting old and my mind is slipping. Now I need Wanda to be my zipper checker, food stain inspector, voice level reducer and beverage selection reminder. We went to Starbucks the other day and I actually asked her what the name of the drink that I like is.
No, not the grande non fat latte I always get, the other one with the caramel.
One of these days I'll be shuffling around the house in a tattered bathrobe asking her if the shirt I want to wear smells clean. God, I feel sorry for her.
And speaking of Starbucks does this look like a sippy cup to you? I know sippy cups have that infant baby connotation but adults have been using them for years.
For cruise ship passengers in Wall-E a cupcake-in-a-cup is special. Happily they glide along on their loungers sipping the blended 585 calorie treat.
Cupcakes....drinks.....what's the difference.
The caramel one that I like is 410 calories, unless I get non fat, no whip and no caramel, then its 140 and a non fat latte.
I think this diet is making me slightly crazy. Last night I had a dream I was chasing a giant pork chop while naked except for a chefs hat and bib overalls. I was brandishing a pair of tongs screaming, "Stop, you're the other white meat" while yelling at Wanda to fire up the oven.
No it's not a sippy cup. It is a toilet brush or as a comedian on the last cruise said, "A very rough luffa."
I think it looks like rib cage skeletal remains of a very skinny person with an incredibly long neck.
Wanda and I are going to Nevada City to celebrate Halloween.
According to many scholars, All Hallows' Eve is a Christianized feast
initially influenced by Celtic harvest festivals with possible pagan roots. Other scholars maintain that it has solely Christian roots.
I'm dressing as a Rabbi.
She said. "Bon voyage."
He heard. Bottle of oil.
She said. "That happened quickly."
He heard. You have a cookie?
Check back Monday for tales (and tails) of a Nevada City Halloween.
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