don’t tell him that I’m writing this. He gets upset when he discovers that I know how to use his stuff. And my posts are always more popular than his, too. It’s not a contest, of course, but if it was I would win. Always. Because I’m better.
New Year Traditions 1/7/23
Another great German Tradition to bring good luck from the same people who lost two World Wars in a row. For some reason, German’s love very strong bitter flavored foods like pickled herring, Sauerkraut, and German Potato Salad. That these are being pushed as good luck by the food industry is demonstrated by the fact that truly delicious German foods like potato pancakes, strudel (real strudel, not the frozen pastry garbage) and black forest chocolate cake are not considered to be good luck.
For those who don’t remember due to memory loss caused by the radioactive fallout and starvation, programmers using the ancient language called “Cobol”, responsible for writing the code creating the infrastructure of the computer networks of today took a shortcut. Instead of writing any dates using the four digit code, such as “1920”, they only used two, or “20”.
Happy New Year from Star 1/1/23
Don’t tell my Hey Mister that I’m jumping in here to write a blog for the new year, but honestly, wouldn’t you rather read a feline perspective on the new year over one written by this dink human that I have trained to feed me and scoop my litter?
Boston Traffic 12/7/22
I wrote a letter to my mother delineating, in a humorous way, what seemed to be the traffic laws to a wet-behind-the-ears new Bostonian driver. Of course, I don’t remember the letter exactly, so I’ll paraphrase what I wrote
Practical Joke 12/6/22
And yes, we’re still friends. But because of his erroneous assumption, this practical joke lasted and repeated for weeks. I’m not a great fan of most practical jokes but this has got to be one of my favorites.
NASA Visit 11/28/22
Sometimes I feel like Chet from the movie Weird Science, when he says, “I’m not a moron you know,” as he turns to a cabinet to grab a drink. Seeing his grandparents catatonic in the cabinet, he says, “Hi, granny, hi grampy” as he takes the drink and closes the cabinet doors
Remembering When 11/6/22
As I write this blog, Daylight Savings comes to and end. The clocks are to be set up, and today it’s an hour earlier than it was at this time yesterday. But if you think it’s difficult changing your clocks by an hour, try changing from counting down the years to zero to counting up.
The Dark Season 10/18/22
he had buffalo short ribs. Boy did he fight to keep me away from his ribs. I guess I don’t blame him, though. I’m a god, and you know what happened when a god got hold of one of a man’s ribs.
Such an odd assortment of thoughts is running through my mind today. It’s not unusual. My mind is often running rampant with thoughts keeping me awake and filling my day.