Mo’ Bites per byte
Sharp winds ripping and tearing?
Snarling envious response: “No! No! No!” (in best Amy Winehouse tradition.)
Despite the chill of aggressive presidential campaigns, not frosty enough to wrap toes in socks here.
Flip-flops still rule .
We’re talking foot apparel not candidates…although stuffing socks in mouths could bring relief from the shrill political cacophony…but the candidates are so busy putting their feet in their own mouths – accompanied by ardent chanting minions on both sides marching zombie-like….
If only they would consume each other.
Then sanity and reason might have a chance. Probably no chance of that.
With the last shuttle off on its new mission to do battle with trees and 90 degree corners (machine are just so anti-environment: both in design and in action)….
With that flighty blip in the historic timeline over, the Fall replacement sighted: first seasonal V of the primitive flyers feathering their way without reflection or worry except for the hunters (those, not ones of knowledge in a quest of expanding of man’s understanding of the universe).
Drooling, the Coyotes are busy ducking.
Forget chunks of flesh, enamored and empowered by money those wily varmints haven’t been deterred by all the heat – despite all the recent arrests. Can’t leash them. Those don’t mind a running trafficking - reward worth the risk. Such is life among the lean and hungry.
Running with a wild pack is hazardous.
Over the weekend in Denver has left one Texan bloody and holding his head. While still quite capable of hearing, earrings may be out of the question. Boxing ears is one thing, this another.
Has the world gone insane if broncos are now out for real blood?
Maybe it’s a mutant: a vampire horse? (Wait! Potential for a new TV series?)
Better ask the CDC to get the warnings out – or is that out of hand?
Could be start of a rabies epidemic? An emerging terroristic threat? Or just the basic zombie attack?
An ear for an ear?
My kingdom for an ear?
And be warned.
With training, it should be simple to avoid getting bitten?
(Insert adamantly stamping feet again to Amy’s best “No, No, No!”)
Bitten: smitten by bureaucracy and idiocracy. So much in one place and time. Rips morale as bad as live fire (No, please no, fire as in burning either as the water’s turned off, again.)
BrainRants explains it calmly from Afghanistan:
“Snapshots of The Suck”: the Confusement (training an Afghan unit to fix Russian helicopter bought by the British…it involves the Netherlands, Alabama, and Russian warranty) the Allergic, the simply Showering situation (of sewers and insurgents) and the ever popular Administrivia.
Put down your Lattes for a minute.
Call time in your Fantasy Football.
Read Brainrants – it’s short…hopefully addictive…need to be aware. Click over there here.
One concluding byte in a rowdy state
No matter what some may say, it’s not the only fair. But you’ll never convince Dallas. (it’s the state of mine.)
And the annual perfume of fine fried delicacies fills the air.
Guess the Pres. won’t be allowed to sample those: not on his diet and not a battleground state.
That probably bites.
Watching the diverse merry-go-rounds and roller coasters,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.