When the past collides with the bright future,
Anything can happen, that is true, for sure.

Zombies run around, wanting for no cure.
Finding brains tasty, undeath they’ll endure.

Running and screaming, people turn azure,
Because the zombies infect them impure.

Into the sunshine, people they do lure.
Sunlight means safety, themselves they assure.

Zombies aren’t vampires, so light not secure.
Alas the people, pity them, fools poor.

Travel now safely, smiles ought not allure,
For where there’re zombies, not marked in brochure.

Jabberty wibbledy doo.

The mouse ran ’round the flue.

Were you small so could you.

This much I know is true.

Jabberty wibbledy doe.

The mouse went out to mow

With a swollen red toe.

Why? You would like to know.

Jabberty wibbledy does.

The mouse heard quite a buzz.

A bee was stuck in fuzz.

Why she was there? Because.

Jabberty wibbledy done.

Welcome to Chihuahua World.

There’s just not enough room in this city for two Chihuahuas. So, Little One has claimed this tiny urban planet as her own.

But the tiny city world spins fast, like a record player, baby, spinning right round, right round, so you have to hold on tight!

Yeah, I know you’re thinking that the faster the planet spins, the tighter the grip that gravity will hold, but you forget that this is a tiny planet and there are larger planets nearby. So, if you don’t hold on tight, you’ll find yourself orbiting one of those other planets. And, if you don’t have your spacesuit on, well, that wouldn’t be good.

The snow planet… that’s snow place to live!

It’s a tiny little planet with just room for a few trees and a little shed. No idea what’s on the other side of the planet. Just more trees, probably.

Located in the Yardoutback Solar System, the snow planet is a nice little place to visit, but there’s no room to live there!

Unless, of course, you dig into the planet’s center–maybe it’s hollow!–and move the dangling roots out of your way and you could have a comfortable 500 square foot subterranean house. Then, build a stairway leading up into the shed and you’re all set. No one will know you’re living there, so your privacy will be assured.

Also, there are no taxes on the Snow Planet, so the living is good.

Hey, everybody!

It’s Monday night!

It’s time for red lines!

That’s bananas!

Yeah, I don’t get it either.

Apparently, the banana phaser photo below ranks on page 3 of Google Images in a search for “banana is scared photos.”

Okay, wait… There’s something in in the way so it won’t fit…

Hold please…

Banana phaser…

Banana is scared photo?

Okay, here we are…

It is #1 in a search for banana phaser photos, but no one searches for that.

Still, I’m not sure I see the connection between “banana is scared” and “banana phaser.” In fact, the only place “scared” is even mentioned is in JD’s comment.

You would think that, if a banana is a phaser, it wouldn’t be scared of anything. After all, it’s armed!

Then again, it could be afraid of being set into overload…

Well, JD says my comments are blog posts disguised as comments, so I decided maybe I ought to try to make a blog post out of them.

But, since you’ve already (maybe) read them, I have to mix things up a bit. Literally.

The last time I had a shot, I think it was like two weeks, maybe one, before the injection site stopped hurting. So, you know, I don’t believe them when they say it won’t hurt. Oh, it’ll hurt. It’ll hurt going in. It’ll hurt coming out. It’ll hurt for the next several days.

You could always freeze them. Maybe rent a freeze-drier, and freeze-dry those puppies, er, pupaes. Then, coat them in chocolate. Maybe dark chocolate? What sort of chocolate do you think goes with pupae? Maybe chocolate mixed with a dash of cayenne pepper. There we go. Freeze-dry the pupae, dash some cayenne pepper on them, cover them with chocolate and chow down!

Never trust anyone who says “This won’t hurt a bit.”

If you don’t want the expense of renting a freeze-dryer, maybe you could just cook them up. Maybe dry roast them. Then sprinkle on the cayenne pepper, cover in chocolate and enjoy.

I remember one particular needle, long ago, that was about six inches long. I swear. It was going in my foot. I asked how much of it was going into my foot. The doctor said the whole thing. I swear it should have come out the other side.

I wonder if there’s a box of mixed chocolates that has nothing but chocolate covered insects? There’d be a surprise in every box, I bet! No one will be complaining about getting coconut or that one kind of fudge that no one likes but there’s always two of except you think there’s only one, so when someone else got it, you thought you were safe until you wound up with one stuck in your teeth too, and you worried you might just pull out a tooth chewing on that thing, but you didn’t have any other choice but to chew it, so you just had to kind of hope for the best and maybe take a drink of something to water it down, but make sure it was a dark drink, otherwise you want to be extra careful not to get any backwash, because that would be disgusting to see chocolate fudge colored saliva floating around in your 7-Up, so then you finally chewed it all up and went for another candy to get that taste out of your mouth.

But, at least it kept me out of gym class for a while. Could have been a while longer if I had been willing to let the doctor write the note for longer than it needed to be, but, no, I decided to be honest. Why? I ask, why? It’s not like gym class is doing me any particular good right now. I don’t even remember that gym class, so what life lessons did I learn there? Instead, I could have had some extra time not participating in things I didn’t particularly care to participate in and don’t even remember these many years later. I could have spent more time doing whatever it was I was doing during that period where I couldn’t participate because of the doctor’s note. But, I don’t remember that either. So, what was the point of gym class? I don’t know. I think it was so that some politicians could pat themselves on the back, thinking they’re doing something good for us. So much for that. Crooked politicians.

And then you wound up with the coconut.

It’d be like that, except you’d end up with grasshopper stuck in your teeth and instead of coconut, you’d get the pupa.

You can read the original comments here and here.

This is something that only happens once a century and even then you have to have the right conditions and the right angle, so it’s very rare indeed. The moon has to reflect itself, twice, onto clouds in the sky. So, if you have a clear sky, you’re not going to see this.

You might have to adjust the brightness or contrast on your computer if the image is too dark. Neat-o-o-o.

For more photos, visit Wordless Wednesday.

Blue moon:
You saw me sanding a bone,
Without a creamy Pop-Tart,
Without a stove out on loan.

Blue moon:
You know just what it was, therefore
You heard me sanding a pear for
Its skin was really tough before.

And then there suddenly was peeled before tea
The only pear that was foretold.
I heard somebody whimper “Please please peel me.”
And when I looked to you, moon, it burned so cold.

Blue moon:
Now it’s no longer a bone.
It’s just a broken wishbone,
Without a turkey for loan.

A sky beetle says what?

What?

A sky beetle says what?

What?

A sky beetle says what?

Um, hello?

So thus ends the dialogue with the sky beetle. We take the time to thank the sky beetle for deep thoughts on a busy Tuesday. Thank you, sky beetle. Thank you for sharing your wisdom of the ages. Please come again.

What?