Cats Online

If Cats were on-line:

Cute Human Pictures - 30%

Baby Humans, cute or what? - 20%

Letting your Human go outside (10%):

      No  - They might never come back
             - Not there to feed and scratch you

      Yes - Not interrupting your nap...
             - They seem so refreshed when they come back in
             - They might have food with them

Catnip (10%):
      - Is too much just/not enough?
      - I can quit whenever I want to

Humans (10%):
      - Do we really own them, or
      - Do they actually own us?

Finding new Hiding Places so your Humans will really know who's in charge (10%)

How long to wait before changing your Favorite Foods/Places to Sleep/Toys (10%)

 

Sleep Like A Baby

Are you too smart for your own good? Do you stay awake at night worrying about things only Brainiacs care about?  Then  get the bed that  conveniently lowers your IQ,

 

 

 so you can stop asking questions like "What is the One-Year Annualized T-Bill Rate?”, “Should we use Tau instead of Pi?”, or "Where is the Kaliningrad Oblast, anyway?" and  get a good, restful night's  sleep.   So, let go of  all that  Frontal  Lobe activity  and

 

 

 

 

Regional Language Survey

If you could use a good laugh , try The New Yorker's version of the New York Times language Survey:

http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/shouts/2014/01/what-do-yall-yinz-and-yix-call-stretchy-office-supplies.html. (Thank You, Jeph Jacques.)
 

Is it Just Me?

 

The Power Of...

The Banjo

This has been floating around Folk Music circles on the Book of Faces for the past month or so (thank you, Chris Hutchinson-Jones):

 

 

Notice how, in the Before picture, the man is clearly a Branch Manager or Insurance Salesman, with a wife to match; whereas, in the After picture, he's been transformed into a Coal Miner or Factory Worker, with matching spouse. Is this not the Beatnik-Folkie-Counterculture Dream come true? All I can say is, "Wow, Folk Musicians! With Promo like this, you'd better get on the Banjo Wagon now, before the big rush."
 

 

First Night

Downtown, after the wonderful Parade. Annie and I are wandering through the Public Garden, waiting for the early Fireworks. This is me trying to put a little hat back on one of the Ducklings from the famous "Make Way for Ducklings" Sculpture. It's very cold, so before we even left the house, there was a definite "girding of the loins". I'm wearing two pairs of socks, long underwear, and a hat and earmuffs underneath the hood attached to my jacket. And, in spite of the thick gloves I have on, my hands are cold.

 

 

Dump The Tea!

Monday, December 16th, was the 240th Anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. Annie and I went downtown for the Reenactment. First was the meeting of "The Body of the Public" at the Old South Church, then the march to the Waterfront, and then the boarding of the Replica Ship and the dumping of Ye chests of tea in Ye Harbor. We got to sit on very authentic aluminum bleachers and watch from the other side of the Fort Point Channel (and yes, it was wicked cold down there.) 

 

 

Each attendee of the Meeting part had a slip of paper in their program which assigned them a character. To create the appearance that the Public at Large was participating in the meeting (and to kill time until the "Indians" were ready), we were encouraged to read aloud our Character's words. 

Samples include: "I am a Weaver. While my business has benefited from the Patriot boycott, others have not been so fortunate, We must not let politics continue to hurt the economy of this great town." And, "My name is Samuel Hale. We are all Englishmen who must obey the laws of King George. How long must we live in fear for our safety? This violence must stop and order must be restored!"

The whole time they were going back and forth about refusing the Tea, or landing the Tea, I was hoping for someone to get up and say, "This tea we speake of was brought from India, halfway around the World, at what coste in energy, and what coste to ye environment? Why do we not seek to drinke local? Simply brew a tisane from the leaves of the very plante ye grow to make your rope, and you will be happy to pay a tax, so that it might be safe and legal." But, alas, no Colonial Bro came forth. (Note: Pictures by Michael Blanchard and/or Tea Party Museum.)
 

Thrill Ride

Wow, you may not want to go on this particular Ride (it's actually a 3-D Chalk painting by Artist Julian Beever ):

 

And here's another cool piece of conceptual artwork, posted by Nicole Jordan:

 

 

All Through The House

Hilary Price has nailed it. It's the last night of Hanukkah, and all through the house, Jews are frantically looking for candle-like objects to fill the gaps in the Menorah.