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Here's the story of how a little baby meme was born:
A silly man––who thinks he's married to his own mother––has a head full of poop. Naturally, a fly landed on the silly man's head.
The question is Who sent the fly?
Well, we all know the answer to that.
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| My favorite post-debate tweet. |
Do you think we can be done with debates now? Pretty please with sugar on it?
I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing
Well, i was pretty drunk, i must have been half-blind
but when i found the chicken, i knew she was so mine
i don't know where she'd come from, how long she's been
but i ate her anyway because I was drinking and i didn't care
I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing
Well, it turns out she's been there for a while
but it don't matter to me
she was heading for the garbage
and the big bad bird was for me
I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing
Well, i'm sitting in my kitchen
and i'm wondering where's my chicken
i don't know what to do, i feel so alone
'cause the only friend i have is a pile of chicken bones!
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Maudie came out back in 2016. You haven't heard about it from me before because I didn't hear about it until recently. The fine folks at Netflix delivered the DVD to me. It's rated PG-13.
Maudie is based on the true story of Maud Lewis (Sally Hawkins), who lived in rural Nova Scotia with her grumpy, old s.o.b. husband Everett (Ethan Hawk).
The Lewises didn't have electricity or running water. Their cottage was small and unattractive––until Maud started painting cheerful flowers and animals on it and ended up becoming a Canadian folk artist whose work is now on permanent display at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia, along with their restored cottage.
I like the movie very much because of the excellent performances by Hawkins and Hawk and because it depicts Maud's persistence. She had rheumatoid arthritis, yet she never gave up painting, and she never gave up on Everett, though I think giving up on Everett might have been a good idea.
One of her big problems, and the reason she ended up with Everett Lewis, is that Maud didn't have anyplace else to go. I suspect she's not the only woman who has dealt with a difficult life with creativity.
Now that I know about her artistry, I'd love to see her paintings in the museum. I've long wanted to visit Nova Scotia.
Here's the real Maud with one of her paintings in front of the cottage that she decorated so beautifully. Maud Lewis died in 1970.
I like folk art and would love to add a Maud Lewis painting to my home. These cows are adorable:
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I've noticed that the past tense of certain words is quite often incorrect. I think I've written about some of these problems before, so I want to go over it again.
No, this post does not mean that you drive me crazy with your writing. Our blogs are for fun. It's casual writing. Besides, I make misteaks to two and too.
lead - led
Franklin led me to the park.
The error I see is lead used as the past tense.
pet - petted
I petted Penelope until she fell asleep.
The error I see is pet used as the past tense.
shrink - shrank
The error I see is confusion about shrink, shrank, and shrunk.
The movie titled Honey, I Shrunk the Kids should have been called Honey, I Shrank the Kids.
Myself is another problem area that we've discussed in the past.
Myself is a pronoun.
The error I see is myself used as a noun as in
Myself and Dave went to a concert.
Correct use: Dave and I went to the concert.
Notice the I? It's not correct to say Dave and me went to the concert. How can you remember the I? You would say I went to the concert, right?
If you would say Me went to the concert, then I'm done. I'll give up my title as The Queen of Grammar; I'll return my Grammar Police badge.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
October tends to be a good month for the Junebug household.
During October, the heat of the summer leaves us. This year, it cooled off especially early––during the last days of September. Our highs have been in the 70s. We don't need the air conditioning, which saves a lot of money.
No doubt we'll have some warmer days before the month ends, but it will turn nice again. Franklin and I have already enjoyed some walks to the neighborhood park.
October is also a month of happy anniversaries because Franklin and Penelope came to live with me during October. Franklin has been here for 10 years. Penelope has put in five years of rigorous work, trying to reform us all.
Franklin is about 12 years old. Penelope is six or seven.
Penelope was born under a house. A woman who has an all-volunteer rescue organization had taken in Penelope, her siblings, and their mom.
Claxton does not have a humane society. The woman had about 100 rescued dogs in kennels in her yard. God bless her.
This shot of Franklin is one of my favorites. He sits so proudly, always happy to be the good boy. And he gazes at me with such love.
I look forward to the vice-presidential debate on Wednesday. I suspect Mike Pence and Kamala Harris will be better behaved than Donald Trump and Joe Biden.
As a former debater I can tell you that if we had interrupted our opponents, lied, told an opponent to shut up, engaged in racist antics, made a personal attack on someone's family––any of those behaviors would have led to forfeiting the debate and getting kicked off the team by the debate coach.
What happened last Tuesday night was not a true debate.
One more point for today: WEAR YOUR DAMN MASKS. AND NO, LETTING YOUR NOSE HANG OUT IS NOT OKAY.
Certain people who don't wear masks, who lie to the public about masks, who go out of their way to put other people's lives at risk, are sick now. I have no sympathy for them.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Hello. It is I, Penelope.
I have a complaint about that Human Brother of mine. He went wandering off into the world––the way he always does––and came back saying that he knows how to train dogs. Apparently, I am a dog! I do not like this development.
Human Brother insists that I sit! When I see him coming, I hide behind the theater seats. He pulls me out.
The worst part is that Mom Mom approves of his bad behavior. She told him how well he's taught me. How could he teach me? I have always known how to sit, and I sit when I please. Why should I sit to please people? Mom Mom used to tell me to sit. I refused to do it, and she said, "Well, all right then." She gives up so easily. Human Brother does not give up.
I must admit that Human Brother gives me something yummy to eat for doing as he wants. But if I give in to him all the time, before you know it he'll expect me to roll over, which is what he has that idiot Franklin doing. Franklin has even gone to the park to practice his new "skill." Anyone could have watched him.
Some matters should be private, as dictated by propriety. I will not be on my back, allowing my woo-hoo to show.
I WILL NOT ROLL OVER! I won't do it for any treat.
Treat . . . treat . . . treat . . . I am dreaming of treats now.
Now that I think about it a bit more, I'll sit for an entire square of a graham cracker.
If he expects me to roll over, I want my own roast chicken.
That is all.
I shall dream about the possibility of my very own roast chicken, without the bones of course.
