closed
Originally uploaded by Burningbird.
2006 has got to be better than that!
Monthly Archives: December 2024
Happy New Year to All…
Especially to J. Alva Scruggs, singleminded in his pursuit of fecklessness.
Black Looks
I sucked on Ethan Zuckerman’s 10 question Africa quiz. New Year Resolution: Check in at Black LooksBlogAfrica frequently enough to emerge from cluelessness. and
Getting smarter about Central America and South America is also on my list.
Puppy Feet by Dr. Seuss
Every day, Molly’s feet look more and more like they belong in a Dr. Seuss story. She’s angling for a role in my new book, The Ugly Dumpling, but I can tell her right now, no matter what, not even were she to bring me green eggs and ham for breakfast in bed will she have even a walk-on in those silly Dr. Seuss feet in the new book. Nope.
But wait! There’s more…
After winning the Watership Down prize for honest answers in the quiz (below) it came to my attention that there was a double-ironic-whammy associated therewith — to wit: RageBoy, from whose blog I followed the link to the quiz wherein it was determined that MY book is Watership Down… RageBoy, a year and a half ago, developed a book proposal based on talking rabbits and all. He called it "Water Shit Down!!"
Have you ever noticed how those double exclamation points look like little bunny eyes and ears? See… !!
Yet another quiz…
But this one seems valid… You might know that I stole it from Chris Locke.
You’re Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you’re actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You’d be recognized as such if you weren’t always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz.
A billion strong…
Over a billion internet users now…
Some are called PingLee. Some of these are 18 today. Others sell hats dot commishly.
Happy Birthday Leah.
My Butt Called You…
Poking around on my cell phone yesterday for Dean’s number, I connected with a couple of nice people. One of them was Liz Ditz, who just returned my call… these cell phones are too smart. I punched up her number because it was one of several area codes I didn’t recognize. Her phone caught my number, and today she called back.
This is remarkably like the condition Liz’ daughter and her friends have named "my butt called you." See, they carry their phones around in their back pockets and occasionally they speed dial a friend just by sitting down.
After this, rather than try to explain my dufousness, I’ll just say, "My butt called you!"