He doesn’t like his new striped sweater, so he throws a sulk. If you’re one of the many people who has always wondered what a sulking bulldog looks like, here it is.
And by cracky, I was so involved in unpacking and setting up the air purifier today, that it completely slipped my mind to write Joe Collidge. It was as if he didn’t exist and had never been thought of. Now his fans are mad at me.
Maybe I can post another critter video as a peace offering.
We were going to watch BBC Narnia today, but you know there’s never any rest. Our air purifier arrived ten days early, in a gigantic box, and we’ve just finished setting it up, after 2:30 p.m. It’s getting kind of crowded here, what with the Christmas tree and now this device.
Okay, it’s plugged in and humming away, supposedly removing allergens from our air. I have high hopes for this. Robbie’s cough, Patty’s trouble breathing, and my allergy attacks which bring on sinus infections–if we can clean the air, all three of us might be doing better. But it is technology, which means I don’t understand it, and won’t be able to fix it if anything goes wrong. So all I can do is give it a few days and see if it makes a difference. I will have to spend more time dusting than I used to: the replacement filters are expensive.
Please pray that this winds up working for us!
I was wishing for some more Christmas music, and lo, our friends Joshua and Jeremy made some for us. Yes, they’re the same Joshua and Jeremy who comment on this blog fairly often.
Silent Night and Joy to the World–thanks, guys. Very nice!
(Note: The comments were not supposed to be off! I have just re-enabled them. WordPress has made it very easy to miss a step.)
One of the reasons that the costliest education system in human history is the costliest education system in human history is because virtually everyone has to go to college.
But before you can get into college, you have to pass the Scholastic Aptitude Tests (SATs). The purpose of these tests is to get as many people into college as possible.
What ho! Some of the contents of the 2021 SATs, being prepared just now, have been leaked to me! Here’s a sample from the Science SAT.
Identify this North American animal.
A) Japanese giant salamander B) Daddy long-legs C) Bighorn sheep D) Submarine sandwich E) Hey, wait a minute! That’s me!
The correct answer, of course, is E, “That’s me!” This is what the colleges are looking for. This is the engine that will drive America through the 21st century. At least that’s what they say, and it sounds wise.
Someday everyone in America will be in college for as long as they live. At least that seems to be the plan.
Is asking a girl for a date a violation of her civil rights? “Civil rights” as laid out in that complicated government fantasy, Title IX, that is.
Well, yeah!
According to an “assistant vice chancellor of civil rights” at the University of Missouri–right there is a hint that UMo has way too much money and can’t think of anything constructive to do with it–“a man’s physical size could constitute a Title IX violation” (https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=11688).
Because, he babbled, being bigger than the girl makes the boy a “person of authority.” Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
The assistant vice chancellor of civil rights was giving a deposition in a lawsuit filed against the looniversity by a male student who was suspended for four years for asking a female student for a date.
Fill in the blank and win a tinfoil hat! I send my son/daughter to a university to be “educated” by fools and horses’ asses because ____________.”
Wait’ll he’s 25 and finds out what he “signed” when he was three years old…
I’m surprised this fad has not yet swept through America’s public schools. Maybe our “educators” simply missed it.
As usual, Britain, the Mother Country, leads the way to idiotic madness–making toddlers sign–sign? did he say “sign”? Yeah, ‘fraid so–pledges not to use “transphobic language”, like, ever.
Of course it’s more than just madness. It’s distilled evil.
And if we don’t put a stop to it, God will.
The lyrics are in Latin, but all you really need to know is that it means “Rejoice! Christ is born!”
Sung by the Mediaeval Baebes–you might want to turn up the volume on this one.
We’re still taking requests for Christmas hymns, so don’t be shy.
It was, I believe, Hercules who said, “The fuzzier the cat, the more eccentric is his sleeping.” If it wasn’t Hercules, it was someone else.
One of the cats in this video makes a sound exactly like a human baby making a practice run at a very dramatic episode of crying.
Granted, this video is very short and of less than optimal quality, so I’ll find you a better one after I post this. But I enjoyed it for the bunnies and the music. They look very well fed for wild rabbits; but then they’ve learned where to find the bird feeder.
Sometimes all it takes is just one wrong decision to overturn a zillion-dollar dream.
In 1969 Jidrool Pictures, according to my exclusive Hollywood sources (they’ve excluded practically everybody), raised $75 million to break into the big time with what was intended to be the biggest, best, and most bodacious Tarzan movie ever–Tarzan’s Revenge. Loosely based on two great novels, David Copperfield by Charles Dickens and Tarzan at the Earth’s Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan’s Revenge would feature state-of-the-art special effects and a script to knock your socks off.
And best of all, they hired a truly gifted big-name actor to play the title role.
Zero Mostel.
“He was a star!” explained ex-producer Monty Gavone. “Fiddler on the Roof! The Producers! Zero Mostel! He couldn’t miss!”
But as co-star Raquel Welch remembered it, “No matter what we did, it just wouldn’t work. Zero looked just awful in a loin cloth. He looked awful riding on a dinosaur. He looked even worse swinging through the trees on a vine. And his Tarzan ape-yell sounded like he was selling fish on some street corner in New York.”
One by one and two by two, the investors demanded their money back. The last straw was when Mostel accidentally shot himself with an arrow and then fell off the tree. The injuries weren’t serious, but they were serious enough to convince Mostel to quit. And by then the project had such dismal prospects that no one wanted to take his place in the role.
“Even Cecil Kellaway turned us down,” Ms. Welch recalled.
Today, the few surviving feet of footage (is that how you say it?) from Tarzan’s Revenge repose in a CIA vault, ready to be used against our country’s enemies.
