For anyone who is interested in mysteries- As anyone is who still has a drop of Airedale blood in them, that noble species we are all descended from, from detectives, to dancers, to clog hoppers, to singers (hey, Airedale is in Ireland. They have some great tenors there.) or who digs up gardens, to bury … Continue reading Quahog On A Tightrope: Here’s To The Crimewriters
Dear whoever made the mistake of thinking spring starts on the twenty-first, or twenty-second of April, or somewhere near June in the Gregorian calendar, or whatever... because... today is the first day of spring. How do I know? Well.... This is the day that: Puxtahawny Phil and his crowd wash and dry the duvet and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
Yesterday was wind-down Tuesday here in Mardi Gras capitol Gutenberg Land. So far we have had: "cut the mens' ties off, storm the town hall, old ladies dancing in the streets" Thursday, Then "you can't get a hair appointment, buy flowers, or candy, or really anything but milk-less hard rolls, wine, and huge garlic-laced rings … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.
I just finished reading a wonderful blog, called Irish Christmas traditions at Wandering Gaels and it started me thinking about my own wandering Gael family, and our more than California-ized Christmas traditions. I would like to share a few of them with you. Picture if you will: Christmas eve morning. My mother, an early riser, … Continue reading And A Maine Coon Cat Lived Here: Wondering Gaels.
I was raised all my life with animals. A grandfather, uncles, cousins, all in the performing animal film industry- over a hundred dogs, four horses, a few camels, and a very famous cat- no not the one who cha-chas backwards for cat chow. Think more a severely Cumberbatch of a cat, with a collar and … Continue reading The Case of The Arf-ful Dodgers: Who Do You Call- Lassie or Pywackit?
We have been in the middle of a blizzard the last couple of days here in Gutenberg Land- wintry white trees, twisting in the breeze, and sighing "oh why didn't I go to Florida in October," squirrels throwing snowballs at anyone who tries to get at their nut supply, dogs making the snow yellow so … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Death in Causton, Stars Hollow, and Gutenberg Land
Sorry, but I just couldn't pass this one up: apparently, Melbourne, that's in Australian, is right in the middle of their yearly so-called sex-po, a trade fair for the erotic trades, this year featuring: get ready, this is really good- ta da- pole-dancing robots. yes, you heard me right- pole dancing robots. And the gigabit … Continue reading And Miss Phryne Fisher Lived Here: Nuts, Bolts, Sex, And Moolah
I read an article today that absolutely fascinated me: A smart watch that runs on body heat. Totally. I kid you not. The heat produced by your body, and escaping through your skin, assuming you are a normal, warm-blooded being, is enough to run a very sophisticated smart watch. AND... store enough energy in the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Invisible Watches, Body Heat, And The Real Dr Who
There are very few more horrific sounds than the slurp of a dog chomping on something. Depending on the breed, and the size, and the boredom level, that chomp could be: a piece of a curtain- you will find the rest of it wrapped as a blanket around and across, the dog's rug, or bed. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Did Someone Feed The Dog?