Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The preserved body of Hachikō — Japan’s most famous dog — is on display on the second floor of the museum’s Japan Gallery wing. An Akita dog born in 1923, Hachikō is remembered for his deep loyalty to his owner. While his owner was alive, Hachikō would greet him at the end of each day at Shibuya station when he returned home from work. The man died in 1925, but Hachikō kept his daily routine, faithfully waiting for his owner every evening at the station for 10 years until he died in 1935. Hachikō’s permanent presence at Shibuya station attracted widespread attention, and his legendary faithfulness became a national symbol of loyalty."
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
This was just something goofy a friend and I role played long ago. We were sort of mixing the Hercules universe with the Doug universe and it always produced hilarious results. Anyway, the story behind this is that Roger and Judy and Naya,,Hades' bodyguard, wanted to pull a prank on Doug. They got hold of his journal and read it. Judy was mocking Doug on his little hormone flares and mostly about his seemingly sudden crush on Naya. Naya got wind of that and literally tore Doug up...tearing his arm off that he writes with and eventually killing him. Judy was mortified and Roger didn't think that Doug would have had that happen. He just assumed Naya would pound the crap out of him. Soooo...Skeeter walked into the scene and pretty much begged Naya to help get Doug back to the living world. Naya likes Skeeter a lot so he's the only reason she agreed. They hot wired a car and she "drove" it to the Herc-verse which was funny because she can't drive let alone knows what a car is! They crashed and had to walk to the Underworld now which was bad because it's so far and the trip is full of many dangers. Sadly, she and I stopped the role play for some reason or another. I thought I would encourage her to continue by making this story. I have yet to complete it, but in the mean time it's still an interesting bit of work. Hope you enjoy it and maybe Ill refind my Muse and get an ending to this tale. For those of you that are stuck in the Doug stuff being forever in a "G" rating I suggest you am-scray now. This has violence and naughty language. For the "Doug Bleeding Hearts out there ((Thanks to LadyBird Gribble for that fab catch phrase)) I suggest you not to read this at all because I'm not in the mood to hear you banter about how terrible I am that I killed off Doug. Remember, I'm a Roger Klotz worshipper, not a Doug worshipper. I also have a sci-fi story in the works that shall be VERY dark and dismal so the same warning shall apply to that. You know what you're in for so either stop now or deal with it. Haha..enjoy dear ones.
Today was the second day of high school for me. It started out normal,
that is until P.E. See, we were all supposed to run the track, then
come inside of the locker room to take a shower. Well, diary, that's
when today got, well, weird. See, I was standing next to Skeeter, and
I couldn't help looking at his, uh, well, down there. He noticed me and
he is acting funny around me now. Whenever I think of his tall, blue body
and those beautifully chiseled features of his, I feel, something.
Something I have never felt for anyone, not even Patty. I think that I
only liked her because she looks like a boy. Diary, am I gay?
this is what comes up when you google image search "sexy skeeter.
but. this is actually skeeter.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
When his insistent hand moved below the white cotton lace of her bra, Elizabeth froze for a moment. She remembered one sunny Sunday afternoon when she and Grams were baking oatmeal raisin cookies as the a.m. radio played sweet oldies songs about hoping your husband would come back safely from the trenches of Germany. As the cookies cooled on their racks near the windo in the breeze from the summer afternoon, Grams sat her down and talked to her about grown up love and how important it was to “save yourself for the man who really loves you, honey, and who you really love.”
“But how will I know that he’s the right man, Grammy,” she’d asked.
Grams’ faded blue eyes twinkled a little, like the way starlight flickers on water just before the dawn, and she laughed.
“Oh, honey,” she said, and hugged Elizabeth closer, “when it’s the right man, you’ll just know.” And they talked on about Respect and Dignity and Love until the sun was a pale glow as it set on the horizon and the crickets were a beautiful orchestra just tuning up to play a lullaby for the night.
Was Michael P. Denny the right man? She didn’t know.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Ode to a Broken Shoelace
By Daniel Liebowitz M.D.
Foot-filled fluid, the right one too!
The lace doth tear. The tiny hair
Pressure expanding till thread doth snap.
Shoe falls off with mighty clap.
Integrity gone; remains dismay
‘Til foot shrinks back in normal way
And new lace takes its former place.
To seize the shoe in feline grace.
It now can win the fast foot race
No more cast thoughts of life laid waste
Dancing away in its new found lot
The knot has found it’s proper spot.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
2) All drums will only be beaten by my mind.
3) No pretending to sleep if you are a cat.
4) No virgins.
5) Anyone who wants TRIX can have TRIX.
6) I must be discussed in every conversation.
7) Don't ask.
8) All fern. All the time.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Now I am on a role, recommending reading material for you. I like to think of myself of a taste-maker. I have the midas touch, if you will: anything I blog about turns to GOLD.
The Power of Meow is a bold journey into the dangerous psyche of cats and stuff.