Alfred E Newman and George W. Bush…..no, that won’t work. Alfred has a brain….oh wait, maybe when they were separated, the doctors gave him the brain and George the….what in the hell did George get?
How can you tell the difference?
How can you tell the difference between an Anchorage summer and an Anchorage winter? Well, an Anchorage winter is cold and wet. An Anchorage summer is cold and wet and has mosquitoes.
Meet Rhodes…possibly the most perfect baby ever
On May 31, 2007, my godchild Emily delivered a beautiful and perfect little baby boy named Rhodes Vann Pruett. He’s so perfect, even his poop doesn’t stink. At least, according to his doting grandmother and great-fairy-godmother, it doesn’t. I chose these two pictures to introduce him to the world because I love the look on Emily’s face as she stares at her new son in the first picture. The second picture I love because I think it proves without a doubt that men start very early clinging to our boobs and this proves it. Even in infancy, Rhodes instinctively knows
California spay and neuter law
For so long as there is one dog or cat, or bird or ferret or rabbit, sitting in a shelter waiting to be killed because they are unwanted, no one should be allowed to breed animals for pets. And I really could give a damn about the AKC and purebreeds. This is about basic humanity and compassion for all creatures. Check out St. Francis of Assisi for more info.
I can die now….
OK, this has finally gotten too weird even for me. Bush’s former surgeon general has now testified that he was told not to attend the Special Olympics because of its connection to a certain prominent political family. I can die now. Bushcheney has now destroyed the last bit of faith I had in life.
Build a dome for Alaska’s legislature
I took a train trip recently that was supposed to last twelve hours. About fourteen hours into the trip, with no sight of a conductor to tell me what was happening and no chance to jump off and rethink the whole train trip idea because we were stopped somewhere in the middle of a nameless woods, my mind started to wander. This is never a good thing. Perhaps it was something I did in the sixties. Who remembers? Whatever it was, when my mind cuts loose from its moorings in reality and starts to wander hither, thither and yon, the
You go girl!
So I’m catching up on all the Alaskan news that occurred while I was out and come across the article about Matanuska Maid Company not allowing the governor in after she showed up for a tour of the troubled company that had announced plans to shutter its doors. She handled it the way I’ve come to expect Sarah Palin to handle things. No hissy fit. No headlines. No feet stomping, childish behavior. No press releases excoriating the company and its board. She simply went home and fired the entire board and replaced them and now she can go there whenever
Continental Airlines
I hate to have to admit this, but flying on Continental Airlines was acutally not obnoxious. The attendants were nice, they actually showed up in the aisles to make sure things were ok throughout the flight and we were fed something that at least resembled food. Wow. Who knew that still existed? I thought all attendants now had that deer in the headlights look that went into total panic if approached by a passenger. But Continental seems to have people who actually still seem to enjoy their job. Good for them.
Why turn signals on cars are extinct
Ever wonder why it seems that no one uses turn signals anymore? I know the answer. Because when you are steering and turning with one hand and holding a phone to your ear with the other, you have no hand left to use the turn signal. Cell phones…they’re not just for rudeness anymore.
When a bra means formal wear
In my misspent youth, dressing up meant wearing something very fancy, very pretty and, often, very uncomfortable. Now, in my wiser old age, dressing up means wearing a bra. And REALLY dressing up means wearing my good bra.