Easy day

Home early, for a change. Okay, less late. The Daily Birdcage Bottom was on time for a change, which makes my day a bit easier.

Mommy Deerest was out this morning, she and her two babies, although not in one of her usual places. I was surprised to see them, especially since they were in the road. Mostly they hang out along the edges of the golf courses, or in one of the greenscape areas, but not this morning. I always slow way down and poke along past them, and it's not unusual for them to decide to cross the road in front of me, but it's most unusual to find them actually in the road.

I've named her Mommy Deerest because I can pick her out of the herd, and because her two fawns are evidence of her superior mothering skills. Fat and sassy they are.

The rest of the bunch I call collectively "the girls," since I can't distinguish one from the other, six more lady deers and one fawn, usually together with Mommy Deerest and her two, but sometimes in smaller groups.

I hardly ever see "The Boys," as I call the four male deer that hang out in the same general area, and then only in the late Fall, early Winter. Long about now, come to think of it. Maybe they're actually reindeer and they've been in training with Santa. Or maybe they're just shy. Who knows? They're deer.

Ear Worm

If I have to have an ear worm, I suppose there are worse ones than this...

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy



Seems fitting for this time of year.

12 Catastrophes of Christmas

Go read this.

You must!


If I could write like that I'd quit the day job.

Resting

I am not gone. I'm just ummm... resting.

Yeah, that's it.

ATTENTION Network TV

Not everybody loves Raymond.


That is all.

A Double

Major John over at Miserable Donuts links to Iowahawk's live blogging coverage of the elections in Iraq.

Two links - one sentence.

Heh.


What?

Beginners gotta practice.

Shoot!

Well, I had something poignant to write about this morning, but I sat down here and decided that first I'd go and check out the happenings at Hog On Ice.

My bad.

Oh, well. It's not like I won't remember my little happening.


Meanwhile, maybe you've not been following the blog world's uproar over Pyjamas Media (I believe that's how they're spelling it today).

Me neither.

Are you interested in the foofarah over the Weblog Awards?

Me neither.


But I've been watching. Both. It's like an accident on the interstate. I don't really want to look, but... it's sort of a topic of interest for some of my favorite bloggers.


Steve H. at the aforementioned Hog On Ice, has been doing herculean work on both fronts, along with the usual gunplay, bird droppings and midget pron. If you wander over to see the carnage, be sure and scroll back a ways, so as not to miss anything.



Please, Lord, if I ever do anything stupid, let it be where Steve H. can't see it and won't find out about it. And Lord, if I should ever do anything to piss him off, please cause him to just bring his new cannon and shoot me. Better that than being flayed alive.

Amen.



Dear Steve H., Sir,

If you happen to read this, and I have perhaps irritated you in some way, in spite of my best intentions, just send me an email and let me know when, and I'll come stand out front under the street light where you can get a clean shot.

Welcome to Uh-mair-ik-kuh

Lets go trippin'.

Ooooooooh!

This is soooooooooo cool.

Point and click your way around. Zoom in and check out the neighbors. Find the plastic flamingos.

If you think about it, this interweb thingie is truly a marvel. There's a serious post in this somewhere, but today isn't the day.

Canada must be nice this time of year

All the assholes in Canada come down here for the winter!

Your paper is late because the press broke. Or any number of other perfectly reasonable reasons. I didn't just pick you and take your paper for a joyride this morning so you'd have to wait.

If it's that big a deal to you, and your carrier at home is so wonderful, GO HOME!

Just sayin'.

Lights, Schmights

A touching description of a decorating quandary... Go on over and check it out. Weigh in with your own preferences in seasonal illumination.

For me, camo flamingos do the trick. Put a whole herd of 'em out front of the double-wide. At Christmas just add a sleigh and you're done. No huhu.

Here at the kudzu farm desert camo works best, as the forest green pattern tends to blend into the vines.

Or maybe that's mailing it in.


Indictment-free since 2004! Love it, but then again, how many grand juries?

Naming Names

In a previous post, Baby's Named a Bad, Bad Thing, I linked to a post about strange names parents bestow on their offspring. As it happens, one of my favorite bloggers has made this a regular feature. It's funny and entertaining on one level and tragic on another, as Tanker at Mostly Cajun points out in this post.

Names, like appearance, are an important component of first impressions. What can today's parents be thinking when they name the kiddies such off the wall creations?

I dunno, it seems to be a trend that is accelerating, so maybe, by the time these kids grow to the age of employment, it won't be a handicap to be LaMarcus Desiderata[1] or some such. And a lot of traditionalists such as myself will have retired or croaked. Who knows? Madisyn LaShauwn Smithers, Director of Human Resources, might not even notice.


While you're at Tanker's place, scroll through the archives for an account of how a part of Louisiana other than New Orleans handled the hurricanes.




[1] I made it up myself, therefore the name bears no relationship of any kind to any individual, living or dead, and is used merely as an example in case you were wondering.

I'm number one

If you search Google for "kudzu tech."

Heh.