I am giving away a double bed futon in excellent shape to the first person who shows up at the door with a truck and enough manpower to move it out the door. Totally free. First come, first serve. Contact me through this website if you’re interested.
It’s getting closer
The temps are dropping lower at night. There are some stray leaves appearing on my lawn. Fall is approaching and that means it may soon be cold enough for me to venture out of my house again and into the great outdoors. I can’t wait to wave goodby to summer… or, at least, what passes for summer here.
This is how you know you are old
You know you’re old when your competition with your cousins and siblings center around who had the better quarterly or annual report from whatever specialist is dealing with whatever chronic disease old age has inflicted on them as opposed to debating who got more wasted over the weekend or who picked up the hotter date. The only possible exception to this rule is my cousin Joe, and he knows why.
Suffer little children
Matthew 19:14 King James Version: “ But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
For a country that seems to make a lot of noise about following Christian values no matter what the Constitution may say about separation of church and state, we are apparently very particular about which passages of the New Testament we follow. Corporations can claim the religious right of personhood to allow them to not cover medical care for women that offends their sensibilities. Christians can make much ado about a (fairly
Just a reminder to all you Alaska fisherpeople out there
Bird TLC takes donations of all kinds of fish except fish that has been processed in some fashion. We are especially looking for some hooligan to stash away for the winter. Some of our injured eagles come in preferring hooligan to all else. Go figure.
And to any hunters, we also take donations of red meat for our raptors except for any that has been processed into sausage or hot links, etc. Rabbits and squirrels also appreciated.
Our new address is 7800 King Street. That’s north of Dimond on King between Dimond and 76th.
As always, the birds and I
Meet Angel
She was part dog, part cow. She stood high to your thigh and could knock you over with her insistence on being close enough to not lose you. She loved nothing more than being with her family. Unless it was when she got to walk Elaine. She’d let Elaine think she was in charge because she was holding the leash. But everyone knew that Angel was really the one in charge. Walking her gave Elaine all the aerobic exercise she needed on any given day. Thanks to a lady named Bessie, who found her abandoned in a parking lot, Angel
Just to continue annoying my cousin Joe
After annoying him for a lifetime, it’s nice to know I haven’t lost my touch. So this dog picture is just for you, Joe. Because I know it’s what you live for.
In this lovely photo, Carm (playing the part usually assigned to my sister Judy) is trying to pull a recalcitrant Snowy (usually played by me) through the fun of an afternoon walk in the sun. Neither Snowy nor I like the sun. And once Snowy has put his butt down, Carm has no better chance of moving him than my sister does of getting me to do her
Can Alaskans tell the difference
Apparently there is some concern that Alaskan Republicans will have difficulty differentiating between the two Dan Sullivan’s running for office in the upcoming primary. Here’s a suggestion. Don’t worry. They are cut from the same cloth. One and the same. The conservative Republican Alaskan mold is stamping them out in droves. So it just really doesn’t matter. To say nothing of how insulting it is to suggest that voters won’t know the difference after being bombarded with 80 gazillion ads for the Dan running for Senate. Here’s a thought… just vote for Joe Miller and don’t worry about getting confused.
Remembering that last sunny day
Where the hell are my sunglasses? Damn unreliable staff I have. You’d think they’d keep track of these things.
War on Drugs a colossal failure
Even a cursory review of history reveals that prohibition is a failed policy. Whether it’s forbidding your teen from seeing the boy of her dreams or forbidding a nation to have a beer after work, the result is the same. The forbidden will somehow be accessed. All prohibition does is drive the behavior underground, thus making it that much harder to deal with the consequences.
America’s War on Drugs has been a colossal failure. Not only has it not even come close to achieving its stated goal, it has driven the issue so far underground that the only people who