Beware the Kitten!

If King Kong was a kitten, he’d be this one. He’s got all the moves, forward, backward, and sideways. One feels a compulsion to hide in the cedar chest… although that could turn out badly. Hey, we’ll understand if you can’t watch the whole thing!

Prayer Request: Kenny

My friend and editor, Susan, has requested prayers for her cousin, Kenny, who needs a serious heart operation. Please join in prayer for him.

O Lord our God! Have mercy on our brother, Kenny, and see him safely through this present danger. Protect him, preserve him, and heal him, Lord: in Jesus’ name, Amen.

The Ancient Game of ‘Yole’

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Just to set them up for something they never expected, today I wrote of Fnaa and Herric playing a game called “Yole,” It’s so ancient, nobody even knows what “Yole” means anymore. You’re supposed to shout it when you win.

Pictured is an ancient Norse and Irish game called “fidchel” (or something like that), which is similar to Yole. But let me give you, briefly, a description of Yole–which I think I’d very much like to play someday. (“With who?” they asked.)

In Yole, the Orange king and his bodyguard set up in the middle of the game board, surrounded by the Black pieces. For Orange to win, he has to out-fight or out-maneuver Black and get his king to the edge of the board. Black wins by capturing the Orange king. Like chess, it’s a game of skill–no luck involved.

Patty suggests I might want to design the game myself. I wonder if I can. It’d make a dandy prize for anyone posting the 100,000th comment.

Always presuming this blog lasts that long.

Fixing Our Windshield

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I was outside working on my book when the man came to replace Patty’s windshield. He’s busy at it now. I had to come back in because of the mosquitoes.

*Sigh* All this stuff to do, and it’s already 3:15. No way I’ve got time to cover any more nooze today.

We had enough money saved up to pay for this, although we would have liked just to keep it in our savings account.

Let’s try to get in one more blog post while the man is working.

It’s Not a Joke

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I heard my wife on the phone with our insurance agent, saying, “A nut fell out of a tree and broke my windshield.”

“So this nut climbs up a tree and falls…”

“Was he hurt?”

We had a storm the other day, and we have black walnut trees with walnuts as big as baseballs. You don’t want to be under one when it falls. They’re all over the place, making footing very difficult. Anyhow, one of these black walnuts fell on Patty’s windshield and cracked it.

You have to say “black walnut” or it just sounds loopy. A nut fell out of the tree. Well, what was he doing up there?

We’re supposed to have more bad weather all week long, which is going to make it harder and harder for me to finish writing The Witch Box. At least I haven’t been beaned by a black walnut.

And it isn’t raining yet, so I’d better get out there and start writing.

Totally Brand-New Idiocy! ‘Phrogging’

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I only heard of this for the first time yesterday: “phrogging,” the practice of sneaking or breaking into someone else’s home and hiding out there for some days without their knowing it.

It started out as an urban legend, then somebody made a movie out of it, and now jidrools are actually doing it. They call it “phrogging” because that “ph” instead of “f” is so computery! So urban, so hip! And also because they “hop from pad to pad.”

Often phroggers will film their adventures so they can be on social media. Master criminals don’t do that. But phools do.

Somehow Social Media encourages stupid people to do stupid things to get the admiration of other stupid people. Someday some phrogger is going to get shot by an irate or terrified homeowner.

That’ll make his “documentary” go viral.

‘Whom Do Our Representatives Represent?’ (2018)

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I live in New Jersey, but I get dozens of emails every single cotton-pickin’ day begging me to send money to political campaigns in every state but my own.

Isn’t the guy in Georgia, for instance, supposed to represent the state of Georgia in the U.S. Senate? Where’s the canned laughter when I need it?

Whom Do Our Representatives Represent?

Senators represent the huge and powerful special interests that fund their campaigns and get them elected. If it comes down to a conflict between a senator’s home state and the National “Education” Assn., whose side do you think he’ll take?

If you guessed “the people’s,” you are probably from another planet.

The remedy, of course, is to repeal the 17th amendment and go back to having senators appointed by their state legislatures. Honk if you think that’ll ever be allowed to happen.

‘Personent Hodie’ (‘On This Day Earth Shall Ring’)

Yes, all right, it’s a Christmas hymn–tell me there’s a bad time for that.

First sung in 1582, Personent Hodie–sung here by the choir and congregation at First Presbyterian Church in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania.

Idle Paws… (A Hound With Not Much to Do)

I guess no one’s escaped from the local chain gang lately, because here’s a bloodhound with nothing to do. In an attempt to occupy himself constructively, he unrolls toilet paper and tries to operate appliances.

But never mind him–what gives with the guy who’s filming all this naughtiness?

Prayer Request: Ina

Please, everybody, join in prayer for our sister, Ina, whose husband has come down with pneumonia.

O Lord our God, merciful and good, have mercy on your servant, Ina, and heal her husband: please, Lord, take away his pneumonia and restore his health: be swift to help him. In Jesus’ name and by the power of Jesus’ name, Amen.