Man, it's a way gone groove we was ticklin', an unsquareness to the hep degree, if you follow me, kittens. They was all knocked out cold, a one-way ticket outta squaresville on the Astro Plane Express. Oooh, yeaaah.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Fourth of July memories
Ah, the good old days when we were young and giddy. But now that I'm almost twelve months old, all that nonsense of youth up at Lake Tahoe has taken on the patina of bemused nostalgia. Now, where's a fresh diaper when you need one?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Frosiac Space Module requests permission to dock
Here I am, hovering thousands of millimeters above the Earth, recording images of startling terrestrial oddities, including blades of grass and guffawing progenitors. We chose remote Lake Tahoe for this space probe event; next up is Saryshagan, Kazakhstan, just below Lake Balkhash. Or possibly the upper reaches of my crib.
Into the rind.
If the world gives me a pile of lemons, I'll make 'em into well-gnawed lemons. Next up, chiles!
Monday, July 04, 2005
Giddyup! #2
Here I am, taking the first of my triple crown victories in the Preakness Stakes. Of course, that dang Shoemaker tried to edge me out in the home stretch. Neigh!
Chariot racing finals
Long ago the people shed their anxieties, ever since we do not sell our votes to anyone. For the people—who once conferred imperium, symbols of office, legions, everything—now hold themselves in check and anxiously desire only two things, the grain dole and chariot races in the Circus.
Yuri Gagarin's Granddaughter
Here I am, passing the extreme G test prior to my mission assignment in outer Siberia.
Tahoe, baby!
We high rollers pulled into North Shore a couple weeks to late to snowboard, so here I am ripping up the sand at Kings Beach. Kowabunga.
F. A. Crawford, nature conservator
I've heard that sea turtle are endanged, and, although my pappy believes that the plastic ones are in so much trouble, I've decided to protect this one personally. Her name is Glub-Glub.
Westward Ho!
Ma 'n' me, we was moseyin' up Sacramenta way, 'n' we stopped in ta see that Sutter fella 'bout our gold claim. Dag nab it if'n he didn't up and skedaddle on us more 'n a hunnert years ago.
mission not accomplished
Last weekend my parents were hoping that local wolves in the Tahoe area would take over parenting responsibilities, but apparently the wolves were on vacation.
the rise of the ottoman empire
Here, my grandmother explains the socioeconomic forces that simultaneously led to both the rise and eventual decline of Turkish expansionism.
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