I see you, Liverlips and Buffalo….
But where is Nighthawks??
Arfside? Happy³? Steve? You’ve usually commented by now.
All the rest of you?
I know it might still be a little early for MCTS and Tigressy, on the other side of the world….
And I’m not going to even try to name everybody, cos if I say Saucy and Voxx and Mary, Mr. Sherman or Jean will pop up and say “You forgot me!” and now I’m sure someone else will just because I said this much!
When I posted my comment above, it was the first. But when I came back later to check, there were none to be seen, including mine. I thought Word Press had choked on something it ate, and stopped allowing comments.
Now THAT is an amazing type of weathering! I might asume that the top of each of those teepees is hard enough to resist rain and wind just a little more than the areas below and beside each one. I could see someone thinking that the gods must live in each one.
As I decided to spend a couple of hours this morning drinking tea and reading in bed before getting up and switching on the computer, I didn’t know that there was a dearth of postings here.
I have to admit that I’m the kind that would just want to pull the nail. Apparently, that’s not what is needed. I find that I’m having to do more and more of this kind of listening as time goes along. Maybe it will help me learn something that will help me in my next life, but it sure gets frustrating in this life.
I’ve a scar on my forehead delivered in the mid fifties , when my buddy and I wanted to play knights in a duel. so we each had one of those long bamboo poles and got a block apart and rode at each other on our bikes with the poles held out aiming at each other.
I lost
Ouch!!! It probably would have made a good movie, though. Where I lived, the blocks were about a football field long. You could build up a great head of steam in that distance, especially if you were on the uphill side.
Saucy (the dog who gave me my screen name) LOVED carrots. She went nuts even hearing the word. We had to start spelling it, until she figured out what that meant. She would also steal tomatoes and cucumbers off the vine. More than once we went to pick a cucumber and found half a cucumber with teeth marks on the end. Strawberries were another favorite treat.
A special type of recurring headache…
And I can certainly testify to their existence!
They started in my young adulthood, and weren’t like my regular headaches… the pain was throbbing, and made me sick.
Light hurt my eyes, and sometimes getting up from bed or a chair would cause instant dizziness and pain… I even fainted a few times.
I had to miss work a few times from them…. which is not like me.
I was lucky… I didn’t see doctors for it, specifically, but I did tell a few doctors about them, over the years.I’d been saying I thought it was hormonal… they said that was impossible.
I don’t see any reason for Claude to be unusually uneasy. Nothing remarkable about seeing your dog driving a tank in front of your house.
Besides, she’ll run out of ammo soon.
2 comments??
Where is everybody??
Yooo hooo!
I see you, Liverlips and Buffalo….
But where is Nighthawks??
Arfside? Happy³? Steve? You’ve usually commented by now.
All the rest of you?
I know it might still be a little early for MCTS and Tigressy, on the other side of the world….
And I’m not going to even try to name everybody, cos if I say Saucy and Voxx and Mary, Mr. Sherman or Jean will pop up and say “You forgot me!” and now I’m sure someone else will just because I said this much!
Just get your tails in here!
oops! —I literally fell asleep before I could post images after today’s comic,
sorry!–and thanks to you guys posting extra stuff in my absence
And I made my comment admonishing everyone to show up… and fell sound asleep myself.
I had a long day yesterday, and somewhat the day before.
Tonight I help out a wee bit at the Wednesday market, as I do all summer, and it wipes me out, too.
But tomorrow I’m back to normal, pretty much couch potato status.
When I posted my comment above, it was the first. But when I came back later to check, there were none to be seen, including mine. I thought Word Press had choked on something it ate, and stopped allowing comments.
Gee… WordPress messing up?
<s>That would be unheard of!</s>
When I came, there were two .. yours, and D Buffalo’s reply.
I’m on East Coast time and rarely make it until later in the evening (often 8-9 PM).
Sorry I’m late!
Here ya go Susan. I love finding good memes:
True dat!
I’ll have to try that.
How about another one to make you snort coffee:
Like Charlie and Lucy.
Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument, Cochiti Pueblo, New Mexico.
Now THAT is an amazing type of weathering! I might asume that the top of each of those teepees is hard enough to resist rain and wind just a little more than the areas below and beside each one. I could see someone thinking that the gods must live in each one.
Man .. those tents really rock!
Orange Crowned Warbler.
Once again, one wonders about bird names…
Where is the orange crown?
Do ornithologists drink a lot?
Define “a lot.” {hic} …….
…… {hic}
Only visible when they rise their top feathers.
As I decided to spend a couple of hours this morning drinking tea and reading in bed before getting up and switching on the computer, I didn’t know that there was a dearth of postings here.
Have an extra couple.
Tough game! Sure made him keep trying for a long time, though.
She’s obviously dying too…. I mean, she wasn’t born with purple hair.
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He’s sure you don’t feed him enough. Here’s a dog to explain it to you:
According to the serving size on the packet, I’m a family of four!
“So what?” Garfield says.
Not a Bunny, a Hare.
Dachshund.
Looks chilly. Let’s hope he has a little bit of Scotch in him.
Just a wee nip đŸ˜‰
Seems unusually fuzzy for a dachshund.
Could be a Jack Russell – Dachshund cross.
Most dachshunds we see are smooth-coated, but they also come in long-haired and wirehaired.
This guy is a perfect example of a purebred wire-haired dachshund.
No crossing required.
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Bossy little thing!
Show me a basset who’s not bossy!
Stubborn little guys for something so short.
Or maybe it’s like a Napoleon complex…. which Napoleon actually didn’t have, cos he wasn’t as short as he was portrayed…. but bassets are!
“But, ma! All the other guys are doing it!”
..
That’s … … … … … … … different.
Before billboards everywhere? Maybe more interesting than sandwich boards for advertising (in this case, a shoe shop).
They’re called Banner Ladies… popular advertising in the late 19th century… some just for photos, but most standing in the street.
This one probably roller skated outside a store.
Remember, we saw one advertising Black Cat cigarettes, and another for a hardware store.
At least she has noise cancelling headphones on…
Yeah… they black it out.
I bet you can “hear the ocean.”
…
It’s not about the nail.
I hope you didn’t mind if I don’t look at this.
I mean… look at what?
I don’t see anything…. nothing at all….
be quiet… I can’t hear you….
if you don’t watch, you’ll never get the point
I have to admit that I’m the kind that would just want to pull the nail. Apparently, that’s not what is needed. I find that I’m having to do more and more of this kind of listening as time goes along. Maybe it will help me learn something that will help me in my next life, but it sure gets frustrating in this life.
There’s a story waiting to be told.
I have a scar on my head from an axe wound, that is also a story to be told….
I’ve a scar on my forehead delivered in the mid fifties , when my buddy and I wanted to play knights in a duel. so we each had one of those long bamboo poles and got a block apart and rode at each other on our bikes with the poles held out aiming at each other.
I lost
Good thing you didn’t do anything stupid. đŸ‘¦
Ouch!!! It probably would have made a good movie, though. Where I lived, the blocks were about a football field long. You could build up a great head of steam in that distance, especially if you were on the uphill side.
Tell it! Tell it!
Tell somebody else
I’m not here…
SUUUUUSANN! are you there yet?
it’s pointless to not answer!
I guess my life will be pointless, then.
Sigh…
….
Mama is a very good hunter.
…..
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I had a dog who loved watermelon… But only the white part, or sometimes the pale pink just above that.
She didn’t like the sweet part…. wouldn’t even take it. She could tell by sniffing.
She also loved baby carrots, raw broccoli, and apples, but preferred green ones. Also, given the choice, the green ones in the mixed box of Milkbones.
Only dog I ever knew who would beg and pester for carrots.
Saucy (the dog who gave me my screen name) LOVED carrots. She went nuts even hearing the word. We had to start spelling it, until she figured out what that meant. She would also steal tomatoes and cucumbers off the vine. More than once we went to pick a cucumber and found half a cucumber with teeth marks on the end. Strawberries were another favorite treat.
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Yes.
Yes.
But not impossible.
well…what?
Unless there’s something even weirder that I didn’t notice…
But on closer inspection, he’s really just standing backwards, facing away from the camera.
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In the sheep’s mind:
Never have so few have been herded by so many.
I think the one in the back is a trainee and the lead doggie is showing how it’s done
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Good picture of a migraine.
What’s a migraine? Do some people have them? I thought they were just a myth.
A special type of recurring headache…
And I can certainly testify to their existence!
They started in my young adulthood, and weren’t like my regular headaches… the pain was throbbing, and made me sick.
Light hurt my eyes, and sometimes getting up from bed or a chair would cause instant dizziness and pain… I even fainted a few times.
I had to miss work a few times from them…. which is not like me.
I was lucky… I didn’t see doctors for it, specifically, but I did tell a few doctors about them, over the years.I’d been saying I thought it was hormonal… they said that was impossible.
Then it all went away with menopause.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indotyphlops_braminus
Looks a little like our local worm snake. looks much like a large earthworm, on which they prey.