There is something dramatically wrong with life when I have to wear mosquito spray to work in my office. I have screens. I have screen doors. They sneak in during the few seconds I allow for the dogs to come in and out. They sneak in and now my office walls look like a blood bath as occurred. Bring back winter! Please, oh please, bring back winter.
F*****G mosquitoes
I was writing to a friend, whining about the horror of this year’s mosquito crop, when I looked up at the wall above my desk and saw three of them just sitting there looking at me, quietly contemplating how much of a tasty meal I was going to make.
They are all dead now. And my dogs are hiding on their bed in fear of the crazed lady who was running around with a magazine in her hand, climbing up and down on desks, rocking chairs and other unsafe surfaces while screaming, “Die, you bastards! Die!”.
Is it almost time
Our system guarantees the horrors will continue
I made a comment in last week’s column that when we read about a crime as horrible as the one allegedly committed by Jerry Active on May 25th, we almost hope to find horrible abuse in his childhood to explain the monster he seems to have become.
I know nothing of his family so I have no idea whether he had an idyllic childhood or not. Some commenters who seemed familiar with the family felt that he had not had a good start in life. They questioned, as so often seems to be questioned, how the state can leave children
What is wrong with me?
First of all, that’s a rhetorical question so would all my family please stop trying to type a response to it.
I am speaking about how much I don’t like sunshine. I like cold. I like snow. I like gray days. I even like rainy days. But give me sunshine and I run into my house and try to hide in the darkest, coolest corner I can find.
I have a feeling that is not a normal reaction to sunlight.
I hate to have to admit it, but this guy is one of the good ones… just don’t tell him I said so
Here’s a note one of our amazing volunteers from Bird TLC sent out. It should be noted that a lot of his expensive tools were stolen when we had the break in at Bird TLC a few weeks ago and he still is asking that his birthday gifts be donated to the organization instead of trying to recoup his personal loss. Some say he’s crazy. I say this is the kind of crazy that makes the world a little easier to live in.
From Dave Dorsey:
OK, most people know that I’m a Bird TLC volunteer. One of the things
Phone tapping
I think of the banality of most phone conversations most of us have and wonder if the federal agents in charge of listening in don’t want to blow their brains out halfway through their shifts.
A way to help Bird TLC recoup its burglary losses
Go to: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kendall-Auto-Alaska/215418495496?ref=ts&fref=ts
Vote for Bird TLC and if we get enough votes, we’ll get $5000. As in Chicago, you can vote early and often. In fact, you can go back to the site and vote every day.
Help us help Alaska’s wild birds. Don’t let the scumbags who stole what little we have win.
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Come one, come all
Alaska Public Media (you may know them as KSKA and KAKM) is holding its summer picnic on its campus from 3 to 10 today. Hot dogs and popcorn free. Beer and soda cost just a little. And there are no tote bags involved. No asking for money. Just a thank you to the public for supporting our efforts. I say “our” because I’m a proud board member.
Oh yeah… and there will be live music from local Alaskan bands from 4 til 10. So bring a chair. Bring a blanket to throw on the grass. Bring the family. Food, drinks
We’ll miss you Jon
John Oliver is good but he’s not Jon Stewart. The sun has dimmed a bit for my summer.
A tragic loss
I grew up in a neighborhood of extended families. Everyone had dozens of first and second cousins, aunts and uncles, great aunts and uncles as well as grandparents living within a short distance of each other. It was not at all unusual for your best friends to also be your relatives because that’s who you spent your holidays and summers with; that’s who blew out the candles on your birthday cakes from the day of single digit candles until… well, in my case, until today when I refuse to put that many candles on any cake. The faces that surround