From June 5, 2016
There’s something very poignant, don’t you think, about the image of a little teddy bear getting washed out to sea. I know, this video’s a set-up all the way: but it’s very nicely filmed, and the music is sweet and relaxing. And in the end, the octopus doesn’t try to eat the teddy bear–a wise move.
What is it with this guy? He keeps showing us octopus videos.
No ulterior motive–I just like looking at God’s stuff. The octopus is an intelligent animal, but they haven’t yet found a way to make him stupid and corrupt.
I remember this guy. I wonder what the ground control people thought when those pilots reported what they were seeing. An incredible story, but true.
From January 20, 2017
Well, all right, maybe not that scary–but certainly pumped up to give that hanging label the what-for. These cuddly little critters were born to hunt: God created them that way. But He also made them cuddly–for which we give thanks.
God’s stuff–always good for us.
From December 5, 2021
Taking a break from the narrative of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular finds time to read and share this year’s fan letter.
“This is from a Mrs. Citronella Jingles in Brushback, New Jersey. I looked it up, and there really is no such places!” impermeates Ms. Crepuscular. (I am not sure about that word.) “And she writes, ‘Why don’t the men persons in your romance go around with no shirts on like the men persons in all the other romances?’
“Well, Citronella,” Violet replies, “if you ever saw my neighbor, Mr. Pitfall, with no shirt on, it’d put you off the whole business for months. Yew! A horrible sight! Yeah, okay, it’d be nice if the men we see had those completely hairless torsos bulging with muscles–but then no one would bother to read romance novels if real life was like that!”
Privately, I don’t think she knows what to do. Having brought in both a hydra and a jackalope, and handed out injuries and conniptions galore, not to mention property damage–all she needs now is Godzilla.
“All I need now is Godzilla!” she confides in the reader. “The don’t call me the Queen of Suspense for nothing! I defy you to name another romance writer who dares to bring monsters into the plot! Like, who can be bothered with men with no shirts when a jackalope is gobbling up your garden?”
I believe she has escaped having to write Chapter CDLVI.
From January 7, 2017
For years I’ve been looking for these, and the closest I could come is this video. Actually, the “Diet Helper” shoes demonstrated by this pair of sages very closely resemble what I have in mind.
My friends across the street always seemed to be the first to get really weird toys that defied our efforts to play with them. Stilts, for instance. But weirdest of all were these shoes with great big springs under them, that were supposed to help you bound around the playground like a kangaroo.
They looked like they should work exactly as expected, but no! We tried and tried, but all that ever happened was, we fell down. Maybe we weren’t heavy enough for the springs. Otherwise, the shoes sort of fit. You just couldn’t go anywhere in them, except down.
Sixty years later, I would love to give them another try. True, the pogo stick was my true art form. You shoulda seen me pogo-stick up and down the bleachers on the football field, up and down the cellar stairs. If my mother could have ever seen that, she would have taken forceful action, if she didn’t keel over in a faint first.
But spring shoes? Oh, to locomote like a human super-ball! Fond dreams of youth…
From May 4, 2020
(Okay, Byron, this had better be good! I passed up a really cute baby rhino video for it.)
After about three months, things get exciting for a baby quokka and his mother: he’s growing too big for the pouch, and he needs to be weaned off milk and onto real food.
Before we titter at quokkas for being fooled by a robot quokka, remember who shut down their whole country because of some guy’s cockamamie computer model.
From October 13, 2017
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