For those of you who’ve seen “So I married an Axe-Murderer” — there’s the scene wherein the protagonist’s father (also played by Mike Myers) goes into another of his rants, wherein he talks of the REAL POWER which runs things — rules the whirled. It’s called “The Pentavorate” (or something like that), comprised of “the Rothschilds, the Gettys, The Queen (of England)”, a couple entities i’ve forgot (¿the Pope?) … “and Colonel Sanders. Oh how I hate the Colonel, with his wee beady eyes, which say ‘oh YOU WILL EAT MY CHICKEN because i’ve put in an addictive substance which makes you crave it fortnightly'”. The Pentavorate meets annually in some secret place in Colorawdough called the Meadows. I’ve driven by a place in Steamboat Springs called The Meadows. Hmmm…
Anyhow, I don’t think even the Pentavorate is in control of recent. To illustrate further …
Betty went hunting shortly after THE WHIRLED-WIDE POOP HIT THE CIRCULAR ROTATING DEVICE and scored big.
The inukshuk formerly above the pool was blown over during a horrific windstorm, and was re-assembled below the pool. Tho’ it continues to be windy, it still stands …
Kevin is apparently aroused by Betty’s gardening prowess ~
“Cat Tao.” Annie & Walldough sharin’ the spirit, or whuddevvur ittizz ~
Just a year’s accumulation of lawn-clippings, leaf-raking, and such. Someday this’ll be decent compost, eh?
Gazing at that flat-topped mountain to the east, i wondered if the etheric hand of the Mesa’s Guardian spirit had manifested ~
Me/an/while, Betty’s flowers are looking sorta good, considering that a lot of the irises are past peak-bloom ~
but the inuk-thingeez rarely are in any sort of “blooming” stage.