What can I? What can anyone? I'll build my gesture nest, my winsome couvade.
a grouse with completely feathered feet
(hypergolem, once again modulated)
It's been a Joey Bishop kind of day. Always my favorite.
AN OPEN LETTER TO THOSE FOLK WHO CAME ACROSS THIS SITE BY SEARCHING FOR "PTARMIGAN" ON GOOGLE.
The usual cheery news from the town in which A. grew up in.
I just lurve undead shows. Undead means you're kind of alive, but also kind of dead. Non-dead doesn't have quite the same ring to it, though Evening tells me it is more accurate.
My ELO post ushered in the fact that Volkswagen is using an ELO song for their next songly commercial! I am a prophetic.
Last night we decided to git[sic] another turkey, just for the hell of it. See, we have these extra dumplings. And cranberry juice. And cough syrup. Halloween is long over, but it was festive. I had my job to get back to on Monday (talk about a gray game!), but I wasn't trying to think about that. I'm trying not to think about what it was like trying not to think about that.