(IT) COULD HAVE BEEN THE BAT PHONE Betty and I more-or-less collapsed into the hot tub a coupla/3 daze ago. The Day After It Snowed. We had partaken of what a long-lost friend labeled as the essential elements of the … Continue reading
Life is, basically, fun. Basically. There’s sad, and sometimes a bit o’ mad (both varieties, unless there’s more ‘n two?) and occasional drudgery, tho’ less now than before due to the change in work/employment status. A late autumnal/early winter? reign-bowing, … Continue reading
More, from CHUANG TSU / Inner Chapters (trans. By Feng & English) Confucius said: Men cannot see their reflection in running water but only in still water. Only that which is still in itself can still the seekers of … Continue reading
Energy one has in a day? Sometimes I use up > 100% of what I’m allocated. So that’s why phat eeg setssin. ¿There is only so much? Sometimes there ain’t e-nuff. Not infrequently we may have too much of whatever: … Continue reading
Betty & I (& dawgz. ‘n bikes) drove up Land’s End Road middull of last week. Our somewhat over-due autumnal fall-colours “Color Sunday” sojourn. Colorful, none-the-less. All photos by Betty! None are “enhanced”! Amazing thing is, to get to the … Continue reading
Below, not easy to discern, but an ARCH a few miles west of Glade Park. A way a lone a last a loved a long the Riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay (the … Continue reading
(with a BIG nod to “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure”) “Of course you realize that the Alamo doesn’t have a basement,” said Walldough-the-Magnificent. Well, he didn’t exactly SAY that, but I could tell. Radiant as he often is, veritably emanating transcendence … Continue reading
and other mixcellaneousnesses ~ Below: recently we drove by the (allegedly WW2-era secret) Silos of Mysteriousness, in Glade Park (Colorawdough). Our pixure don’t do them justice — constructed of concrete, these are relatively HUGE — 50 yards or so in length. … Continue reading
Below, me and an acquaintance, before my 72-hour mind-melting ordeal ~ I’ve recently experienced (endured) the most traumatic 72-hour span of time I can right off-hand remember. Granted, my me(s)mory ain’t what it used to be, in fact, it might … Continue reading
Yeah, apology, I posted this picture previously. It is one of the parents to a nest of baby American Kestrels in a tree by our house. Full moon and hawklet chick ~ Below, puppy Jake at 5 months. This a.m. … Continue reading
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Eddy’s coming to visit. Betty (and I) have to make some effort to re-arrange our house so as to (1) make it more safe for a wandering curious 1-year-old (2) make OUR STUFF less likely to break (3) … I’m sure there’s a third concern but we’re focused on #s 1 & 2.
We decided that a “stairgate” is probably warranted. You know, a device which fits in the space at the top of the stairs, fitting tightly and snugly against the walls so as to prevent baby from tumbling down (along with jack and/or jill, broken crowns and all).
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But I couldn’t get the idea of a StarGate out of my head.
There’s a movie (“Click”) wherein Adam Sandler plays a married man who goes to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to buy I-don’t-know-what and ends up at the back of the store, going into the section called BEYOND. Christopher Walken plays the part of the employee back there, and Adam buys a sort of television remote which can SPEED UP (or slow down) TIME, among other things. And … if you can purchase a time-travel/twisting remote at “Beyond,” so I reasoned, it isn’t a stretch that they’d have a STARGATE.
So, I’m considering going into the BEYOND section of the store and purchasing one. You know, a StarGate. Which I can put at the top of the stairs. Yes, there could be problems. Like, if Eddy goes through, where and when and why and how will he end up? Will he be okay? I assume so. I think he’d end up in a place where not only does he have bowell- and bladder-control, heck, he would have CONTROL over any- and everything he encounters. He’d be able to WILL what- and whoever there to do whatever he wants. He’ll master the beasts. Breasts, magnificent breasts of heaven, will appear whenever he so desires, with sustenance of divine (and sometimes playfully diabolic) attributes and taste.
Well, stay toond. At least we’ll buy the stairgate. But the idea of the StarGate got me thinkin’. The doggzenkatz would probably go into it, too. And if not they, something(s) else might come back.
Liven up a dull day, eh?
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