An old Facebook exchange. It started when I posted, “All mimsy were the borogoves. Film at 11.” A friend commented:“Eh? what do you mean?” “Well,” I replied, “it all started with the slithy toves…” “Multiple calls to 911 indicated that there were gyring and gymbling far beyond what is allowed in ye wabe by-laws.” […]
I checked the driver’s side mirror. I looked out the at the oncoming traffic behind me. I perfectly clocked the speed and location of the car I was going to follow into traffic. I carefully pulled the car from the curb as the car went by and—
Last night’s dream: Some event at someone’s house, where cows walking on hind legs were going in and out of the side door. (The Far Side, anyone?) The house and event became a new neighborhood evening music venue built by someone I apparently knew. It was bigger on the inside 😉 and filled with art […]
The night before last I dreamed my car was stolen from a parking lot near a questionable Italian restaurant. I wanted to see the CCTV but something was in the way of the car so I couldn’t tell when it happened or who took it. It’s an old car but I was still unhappy about […]
(Thinking out loud, digitally.) Yesterday it was cold. It was rainy. It was exhilarating, unless you had to nowhere to take cover indoors in which case it was nasty. I saw a homeless guy on the sidewalk between the Rite Aid and the Staples store trying to wrap himself in a duvet, or maybe it […]
“On no,” you’re thinking. A story about a cat. Well, yes, but it’s Winnie, the Winnie of Winnie Wednesdays on Facebook (ok, that never really took off) and the Winnie for whom I wrote a poem. He’s exceptionally exceptional, this Winnie. He was described in PetFinders as a “Lynx Point Siamese,” when I was cat-hunting. […]
