An Urban Scout Mullet

That's right. You heard me. And here he is.

It's Going to be a Crazy Week

Let's join it.

All we have is now! Now is all there is!

The Bounty

Sporting sweat dreads and muck, I sit in front of my beloved computer with the jungle that was the front garden marginally tamed.

Except the bean vines. They were somewhat rescued from themselves but their plans to dominate the universe continues.

Dianne and I inadvertently went for most mosquito* bites (me) and largest mosquito bites (her) in a one hour period. I was swatting them three at a time, smearing blood and bug smush on my filthy arms. Dianne yelled at them. Both methods were utterly useless.

Others bore witness to the proboscis armed swarm.

This just in: this mosquito season amongst worst on record.


Amidst the plant chaos are about a zillion tomatoes, three very cute softball size watermelons and two honeydew that resemble hardened Shrek snots.










The tomatoes cover the front yard and the butcher block table in the kitchen. And they won't stop growing, ripening, asking to be plucked and eaten, being harvested and sitting still as life goes on around them.

The various roses avenged my neglect of them by catching on my skin. My neglect consists of not protecting them from evil Japanese beetles. Bad plant mommy!










The terrified toad was briefly chased in order to be place in a safe and bug-filled spot. He thanked me by not peeing on me. For this I was quite grateful.


There are other photos in my Facebook album, Yardage.


UPDATE: I now look as though I have chicken pox. And, no, I am not going to put up a photo of that. Even if you ask nicely.

And it is because of the mosquito bites, smart ass!

Thank you.


*Only the female mosquito bites. She requires the protein in our blood to produce her eggs. The female will mate only once in her lifetime, however she can lay many broods of eggs before she dies.

Mosquitoes do NOT only bite during the night hours. Certain species of mosquitoes are only active during the daytime, and in most cases, daytime feeders are a great deal more aggressive than nighttime feeders.

Liz Flips the Bird

Big Cats, Big Catnip: A Love Story

via Alex Segura

Monsterpiece Theatre Presents: The Horse Whisperer!!!

This photo embodies the spirit that compels me on this fine, sun-blasting day.

My current short story (too short as of this post) is about Lily, known as "Grunt" in her days as grease monkey for the Warlocks Motorcycle gang. Abandoned in a third-rate "assisted living" home, her most cherished possession are the leathers left from those freedom filled days. When one of the hoodlums paid to do maintenance work around the home steals them, Lily calls on some old friends. The tattooed and intimidating kind.

Will she get her leathers back? And will her cane, Edgar, find revenge for her in the nether regions of a slack pants hoodlum?

Udder Dismay

Babe

Arkady Shaikhat, anti-Nazi partisan fighter, 1942

Belle of the Bell

Men with Hats

On the Metro Mullet

M.U.L.L.E.T. Day!

BAY CITY ROLLERS & ANN MARGERET SATURDAY NIGHT @ Yahoo! Video

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said,
“I do not understand
The words.”

I said,
“There are
No words.”

— Langston Hughes, “Songs.”

Mullet From the Other Football

Do you have any Grey Poupon?

Totally Honest With You

Tim Minchin


I looooooooooooove him.

Little Dragon - Twice

Their home.

Long Weekend

People are blowing things up outside in order to celebrate independence. I once celebrated by holding a firecracker in my hand. Be advised against this.

Stay safe, dear people.