If you didn’t say goodbye to summer with Labor Day, and you didn’t say goodbye to summer last Saturday, when we hit the equinox, you may be saying goodbye to summer today with the last day of September. October is many glorious things, but summer it is not.
Let me be clear
I’m going to start a new drinking game and down a shot of whiskey every time the President says “Let me be clear” in a speech. If I also down a shot every time the President says “Make no mistake,” I shall spend the rest of the election campaign completely plastered, which may have its advantages.
Summer yet lives!
This may be the first full day of fall, but summer yet lives when I can go outside on a late Sunday afternoon and hear the sounds of the ice cream truck’s music in the air.
A new crayon color?
There should be a crayon in the big box of Crayolas named September Blue Sky.
The letter and the number of the day
This formation of geese flying south for the winter has been brought to you by the letter V and the number 17.
The Most Attractive Man in West Monroe
Worked a function down at the fire department tonight; washed lots of plates, cups, bowls and steam trays.
If women find a man attractive who is doing dishes, for several hours tonight I was the most attractive man in West Monroe.
Happy Birthday, Stephen King!
Today is Stephen King’s birthday, and I didn’t even send him a birthday card. Or a still-beating heart, which is what he really wanted, and never gets.
Goldilocks and the Three Weird Bears
I am reminded of when my mother read me “Goldilocks and the Three Weird Bears.” One was not weird enough and was boring. The second bear was too weird and thus, incomprehensible. The third bear got weirdness JUST RIGHT. What, you mean your mother never read you that one?
the art of being weird enough (+ the success secret of the “rule of thirds”) – Justine Musk
The peril of a vegetarian diet
Perdue is advertising that they feed their chickens an all-vegetarian diet. Admit to being a vegetarian around them at your own risk.
I love the letter Z.
I love the letter Z. Without it, eppelins would sail the skies, while ebras would roam the savannas. And who would ever attend Umba classes?