M sent me an email with a link to a Paul Krugman piece in The New York Times.
It got me thinking. There should be a cat in any war room so they are reminded that:
- Life has value: Aw, look at that fuzzy little face.
- Action or inaction has consequences: I didn’t change the box and he shit in my briefcase.
- Senseless evil does exist in the world: Will someone please put that mouse out of its misery? It’s making me sick.
Cat Butt Tomato. Pentax Optio W90 in 2011.
When they’re almost empty
She went away
Leaving sea ice and sadness
She looks like a marmoset
And she knows how to use it
Zoe watching human videos. Photo by M.
A short, sad, sick poem I wrote a long time ago…
I saw a little turtle
But he was turtle dead
He had the plastic from a six pack
Around his turtle head
2015 Pueblo of Pojoaque Butterfly Run 5K — I was slow, 43:58, but it was fun.
“… strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.”
I once got a “Dear [Insert constituent name]” letter from a senator.
Sounds like my short-lived stint as a waiter.
“… Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cause they rapin’ everybody out here.”
Dolphin rape: Fact or fiction?
She doesn’t mess around when it comes to Frida.
Meanwhile at Chernobyl…
Oh *that* group. I never understood them any way.
About that strange subject…