Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies
As my bag of tissue fills up, *sniff sniff* … *atchoooo*, so I’ve been home sick, horizontal fading in and out between old Time Team specials, or vertical in my chair perusing the news, as it steamrolled through. Which of course also means that Pika Poo had my undivided attention, and spent her time between my lap, or skidding o’er the vinyl floor after a … Continue reading Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies
The Significance Of Diplomacy And Lights In The Dark
If a couple pieces of bread are mouldy, do you throw out the whole loaf? Do you ignore the mouldy bits and consume it anyways? Take things out of the broader context due to desperation, making decisions out of dire necessity, rather than from a calm consideration of our own best interests. And, what we would consume does often depend on how desperate one was, … Continue reading The Significance Of Diplomacy And Lights In The Dark
This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
Break in the rain yesterday afternoon, and on a whim decided to take Pika for a walk, and why is it do you imagine, when wearing barefeet in rubber boots, jacket thrown on, with the ragged eaten away BamBam jammie shirt she destroyed peeking out, like I’m wearing the skin of some wild cat underneath, hair wrapped up on my head, that’s when ya run … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
So, About My Modus Operandi And The Shrapnel Of My Delusions
I am seriously blessed to work for a company that, while they may not do get everything right, and what company does, but dang, they get the important stuff. So, early last summer at work they sat us down in the meeting room, HR person from HQ was there, and she proceeded to tell me things bout LGBTQQIP2SAA that actually left me jaw-dropped stunned at … Continue reading So, About My Modus Operandi And The Shrapnel Of My Delusions
The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua
When I was in my late teens, early 20s, my parents had this male Doberman, named Murphy. He was beautiful. They got him as a puppy, and I remember how feisty and how furiously he would grab your pant legs, attack anything that moved, and when he was a puppy it was cute, but he was stubborn, he was a real challenge. Highly intelligent, high-strung, … Continue reading The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua
Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?
It was October 2002, and living in my highrise apartment at the edge of Lake Ontario, with my new job and Congress had just told Bush Jr to have at’r, bomb Baghdad back to the Stone Age. Based on lies and quasi-intelligence from questionable sources, and I remember watching Bushy selling his wares to the politicos in Washington, sitting in my sisters living room, yelling … Continue reading Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?
Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade
Caught between a paradise and a prison, in a web of lies, by lakeside, under a narcissists control, she was lonely, sad, carrying around a broken heart, wounded by life’s raw deal, that woman was an easy mark. So, that decade ended last night. That her, that once was has been changed, piece by piece. Facing her head on, finally began to see her for … Continue reading Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade
Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
Actually, ignored my phone almost the entire time I was at my sisters for Christmas. From Christmas eve till Boxing Day when we left, barely touched it, no desire nor interest, didn’t care anything about what was transpiring down yonder, and it was wonderful. Writing so much the last couple years about that incompetent crybaby down yonder in the land of my birth I guess … Continue reading Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
At The Coves With Pika
A Long Walk To Euston
Just noticed recently, she has white whiskers on her chin. Catch her in the right light, at the right angle, like this morn at dawn. Maybe a little inheritance, somehow, from my bearded Irish lassie? Anywho, 3 or so little white whiskers poke out, right there in the little white spot of her chin. She spent barely 3 weeks with Irish, they have no shared … Continue reading A Long Walk To Euston
The History And Temperament Of The Magical Chihuahua
Not being an aficionado of smaller breeds of dogs, and certainly not Chihuahua’s, I was surprised at a few factoids about them. My experience was generally limited to the Taco Bell dog and yappy little vicious wee monsters, barely registering on my dog-o-meter. Now, sure, Pika’s father may have some, um, trust issues, and his bark registers in octaves that could break glass, and likes … Continue reading The History And Temperament Of The Magical Chihuahua
The Little Chi That Poo’d 💩
Strides have been made, on the surface it would appear otherwise, alas, success is not a science, but a feeling. Such as, the bathroom kennel is working superbly, and now when I leave hear nary a peep, nor a whine. On my return, a sleeply little happy one greets me, and that tis a success, she seems to have no anxiety at separation, solitude is … Continue reading The Little Chi That Poo’d 💩
Have Republicans Sold Their Soul For The Relevance They Were Too Scared To Achieve On Their Own?
Historians, the ones who eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the ones who are sustained by it, who know it like the lines on the palm of their hands. The scholars, the ones with the long view of the world, who see the details of history in a context, to a depth that most of us can probably never truly grasp. So, well over … Continue reading Have Republicans Sold Their Soul For The Relevance They Were Too Scared To Achieve On Their Own?
by PaulaB 