Dear Mr. Gynecologist…

As Toto and Dorothy continue along the long and winding road on their NaBloPoMo journey, Dorothy has gotten snippy, and Toto has begun to look longingly at her ankles, imagining what they might taste like, and just how loudly she’d scream if he chomped firmly on one… November 20, 2007 Dear Mr. Gynecologist Doctor Person:…

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B.L.O.B. News

Why is it that cats go on these toots that last a week or two, then stop? Huh? No, she isn’t going to die. And no, I’m not having her claws removed. How’d you like someone to remove your fingernails? And I’m in mid rant, so either enjoy it, or go away. And YES. I love cats. Can’t you tell?

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Edsels, Nexters, and Whining Reporters

I know this constitutes the second politically based commentary I’ve made in a single day, but in the spirit of ranting about “the other side,” I thought, what the hell. So finally Fred Thompson has officially declared his candidacy for the Presidency. And although that isn’t a surprise, it is a bit humorous that he…

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