Resistance ain’t futileIt’s just a pain in the assEspecially while Data’s downAnd there’s mutinyMay Day May DayThis day in the captain’s logAll hands make like Picard & EngageBut The Borg,Says Number Two,We’ve seen what they doNot to mention QThat pandimensional jerk
Tiberius bit me in the face this morning. It was one of his Leo love bites. It’s only a 3/4-inch long gash this time and it stopped bleeding before lunch. He’s been a really good boy but he’ll always be excitable. I have to shave for the wedding tomorrow anyhow …
Love & Bagel Crumbs on the run.
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
Footwork First! Tight spin and cat-gut later. That’s what Coach used to say. Be the ball.
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
Inktober thus far.
Rain sleet snow or thirty below, the post must flow.
