Mislead. Now tied into a life of pole dancing.
As if the impending Vegetable Invasion isn’t rotten enough, stuffing children into the middle of it all.
How will they ever break loose?
Such a serious issue, a proclamation must be made to the Realm.
You. With the big feet. Walk with me. You shall be allowed to kick dog hair tumbleweeds out of Our path. Halt. We shall address Our citizens from this platform
Just brush that one fuzzy clump to the side. No, it did not just fall out of Our ruff.
Step back in order not to obstruct Our subjects’ view. Back farther. One more step. Oh, We did not see the platform edge there. Just stay down and rest.
Residents of the Realm: It pains Us to have to deliver such disturbing news. Innocent Children are being misused!
Molly Malamute has noticed during her scouting trips looking for dangerous vegetables, that once again unaccompanied, homeless children are in the area.
Still smiling through their tears, they manage in tattered clothing – which is oddly no worse the wear from sightings last year. Peculiar.
But We are horrified that these poor little ones naively have become pole dancers!
Even straw polls reveal few think this is a suitable activity.
Even worse, it appears that the dastardly Orange Veggies are attempting to sneak in under foot. – apparently in the guise as stage props for performances.
We do not know if these poor children are smiling because they don’t have a brain, are afraid of those who brought them here, or are like the unpopular child who do anything to fit in to the popular scene.
This cruel act cannot be allowed to stand!
It is raining and, yet, they smile on.
Some of Us remember Our own “Days of Stray” – to be without a home or a memory foam bed to lay Our head.
We fortunate ones of The Realm must find a way to help these children.
The Molly has been instructed to try and befriend these unfortunates.
Perhaps she can grab them and usher them out of such a dark existence among those who will eventually reveal themselves to be rotten.
Any suggestions for rescuing and re-homing these children shall be welcomed.
We can only hope they are chipped so scanners can locate their parents who must be searching the fields for them.
In closing, We wish to remind residents that Holler-Ring is almost here.
Any sudden appearances of Orange Vegetable Invaders should be reported immediately.
Do not attempt to approach them – even if their eyes or smiles glow with warmth!
As in “Carry on the tributes of can food to the table on your way out.”
I am RC Cat and I approve this message
“RC notices children fleeing Chick-among-us” (Sept. 2014)
“Imminent threats. Cautionary Tales” (Oct. 2015)
Ready to scream about the commuter crawl outside the windshield? Picture that.
Strapped-in kids whining because they can’t see out the windows? Screenshot.
Dog bored, won’t settle down, and backseat passengers are complaining about being used as a dog bed? Got something to chase that away.
The Mercedes-Benz F 015 concept car is ready for a look-see.
Yawn over the self driving, but Mercedes has created something that may spiral travel enthusiasm.
This car features screens wrapped around the passenger compartment under the actual windows. 360 degrees. Selected travel images glide along just like landscape outside.
Pick your view as easily as picking your route.
Tired of that grimy, depression urban scene? How about a Painted Desert?
Pull up a forest with glorious fall foliage, snowy mountains, or wetland with herons and gators. (Why not
drunks glitz of the Las Vegas strip? Could be an adult option.)
I Spy games could take on a whole new look.
What child wouldn’t delight to see a virtual Bambi peeking from out of a panel’s forest
Any bored dog would give paws up for a rabbit running around car’s screens.
Cats might jump for butterflies fluttering or birds soaring. (“Shut that window NOW, young man!”)
And that sullen teenager? Rooting that the loping wolf rounds the dashboard and runs smack into a rearing, roaring, grizzly bear.
If visuals are available, sounds effects can’t be far behind. Imagine:
Crashing surf of Pacific Highway. Thunderstorms rolling across the high planes. Rocky Mountain winds tossing golden Aspen leaves. Raucous New Orleans Mardi Gras.
Mom’s will be pleading for “Mercedes take me away” instead of Calgon
Seriously, the car’s virtual scenes offer benefits:
- Lower heart rates and blood pressure for passengers who are whisked away from the annoying traffic sights outside.
- Reduces police car chases as car jackers become so enthralled with the car’s scenes, they forget to reprogram for a getaway destination or to even drive off at all.
- Could be just what the doctor ordered to prevent road rage.
- Easier to hide where you are: both mentally and physically (especially on social media).
Wonder if new car owners will allow popcorn and sodas for these moving movies.
Picturing a restful wheel thing.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
- Local Artist, J. Marie Valdez, finds beauty in what drives the rest of us nuts. Commuter traffic inspires her. (Video and her art)
While some say the Mercedes is like nothing we’ve seen before, but there was that 1940’s futuristic Stout Scarab made in Detroit
It’s all in the interpretation.
Already here for some. Rapidly approaching destination for the rest.
Stop driving against the grain for a minute. Turn away from the stars (“Dancing” can wait). And, most definitely, cease clowning.
BMW is steering towards Super Hero wannabes with its’ Motorrad Vision Next 100 concept motorcycle.
The sleek flexframe looks Hollywood Sci Fi, but there’s more: Artificial Intelligence that creates such a safe ride that riders won’t need a helmet, those heavy motorcycle boots, or Kevlar protective gear.
A self balancing system ( Mom, skip the training wheels!). It won’t fall over when standing.
“The bike has a full range of connected data from its’ surroundings and a set of intelligent systems working in the background, so it knows exactly what lies ahead” (Wait? Does it have inside info from time travel, too? Could use some stock hints …)
Wind once more in your hair without a helmet, but eyes goggled with a “visor that each rider will wear help control and direct the bike. The commands from the visor are controlled by moving your eyes.”
Wait. That last part. Any one else seeing some weird potential here?
A pretty young thing off the side of the road is spotted by the driver who turns his head to
ogle get a better look…
How does one tell the intuitive bike “Nooo, just gawking. Not ready to meet her yet”?
Oh, knowing human nature, no doubt there’s an app for that. Maybe a Motorrad Vision dating app with social media/smart phone connections. Dogs and motorcycles: chick magnets, right?
- Bloomberg: “BMW’s new motorcycle concept is so smart you won’t need a helmet.”
- Techcrunch’s take: Emphasis is still on thrill of the ride, but with “intelligent driver assistance” making it safer.
Not sure whether the next drive will be “fly me to the moon while it’s still there”, duck, or sea sickness on the horizon.
The moon has always suffered a chilly life – always being overshadowed by a bigger, brighter sibling.
But it has devoted fans and champions in art, music, and literature.
Always does a great job of managing the sea’s tides.
Never really good at dodge the meteor, though.
Too obedient to step out of orbit even for self-preservation, the poor sphere is getting pounded more than ever.
Of course NASA agencies are concerned about flying debris chipped off and flying through space near rockets and space station. (Conveniently ignoring the manmade space junk hazards.)
More worrisome is this scenario: You know how if you drop some kitchen bowls just right, they just shatter into tiny pieces?
What if a space rock hit just the right spot on the moon and it shatters into space dust?
What will lovers and singers moon over?
Will those romantic, profitable, moonlight cruises be extinct?
Will nighttime hikers and dog walkers be able to find their footing?
How will cats see as they battle over wives and territory?
Will maritime traffic be rocked by confused tides?
How will bunches of babies know it’s time to be born? (Do they get invitations or something? How do they know it’s a full moon? A water, tide, and moon thing, too?)
What will wolves and werewolves howl at?
They talk about sea gates to protect against hurricanes, when maybe focus should turn to protecting the moon from scrapes.
The human circus has no horror of opening new acts with clownish antics.
The bizarre clown terror recently reminds me of the mass hysteria of the Salem Witch Trials.
You know when a bunch of little girls started shrieking about unseen danger and shortly everyone was shaking and afraid of the dark.
Illogical group hysteria like that.
- “Professional clowns upset”
- “Menacing tone as Halloween nears..” (aided by hysterical adults – even the White House. Snort. So much they could be addressing and it’s clown talk…)
- “Ronald McDonald is considerately avoiding public appearances“
- “Bizarre Twitter Showdown”
Is the mob hysteria due to diet?
Maybe rye, wheat and cereal grass products should be closely examined.
Guess we’d better hope that moon continues to light things up.
Otherwise, there might be maddening problems as smart motorcycles run into not so smart clowns.
A refined madness.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
No to nonsense
No longer needed.
No one really cares.
No cheers, no toasts, no green, white, and red draped fairs.
No longer the individual fair-haired – the darling Courted.
Should have been the Champion of Curiosity. (Although some, like cats, died from that).
One honored as bold and brave in face of the Unknown. (There were edgy rumors of dragons.)
Instead he sailed into irony –
as well as experiencing rust prone wardrobe
and a vessel stalled. (Had to iron out that)
Here, without the merchants’ sale banners, we’d cruise smooth past Columbus Day.
But as one who’s been in a very small boat in a very large sea –
with all sorts of electronics, GPS, flare guns, EPIRB, and the Coast Guard on the SAT phone’s speed dial….
I can’t help but wonder at Christopher Columbus and those crew guys who sailed off past known ocean charts and lived to tell about it.
Quite a super feat, you have to admit, no matter what you feel about the named result.
So I don’t care if there are those who feel celebrating Columbus is insensitive and hurtful (Schools are so careful here), that voyage was darn amazing.
Should fuel intrepidness and encourage calculated risk taking – inspiring the explorer spirit.
Along with a cautionary tale to not be too smug about exactly what was accomplished.
It’s not the ones on the journey that cause the problems later – it’s the politicians and those wanting to split up the power, influence, and gold.
A heft of grog to the sailors and to all those wandering just to see what’s there.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Always more to the story…especially one from so long ago
- “How a Blood Moon eclipse spared Christopher Columbus from disaster on final voyage to the New World”
- Columbus’ journal was lost, but there is an abstract written in the 1530’s by historian and biographer Bartolome de las Casas who read the original journal of the voyage. (excerpts by Eye Witness to History)
- “Christopher Columbus’ writings prove he was Spanish.“..from Aragon in NE Spain and spoke Catalan as his first language…not Italian, French, Portuguese, Greek, Polish, Scottish?
- “Five Myths about Christopher Columbus” What was he thinking? On multiple topics – including the ones in the next article.
- “Christopher Columbus, a rapist, a murderer, deserves no holiday”
Can we say please Autumn instead of fall?
“Fall” just brings to mind jumping off a ledge, crashing from the top of the swing’s arc, or experiencing raw skinned knees just when you thought you had that roller skating thing down. (That last word. So full of meanings.)
As said before, Fall is when they leave.
Blogger Paul Curran must have felt the open road calling – left without filing the paperwork for those left behind.
Well, he’d seen a lot along the highways and byways of life.
Now Life has lost one of her expert tour guides.
Can’t decided which:
- “Long and Winding Road” (video with lyrics)
- Johnny Cash’s “Circle” (Truckers and Johnny Cash seem to go along together)
- Hope you get why. “The Bear went over the Mountain” – all the verses. (First because Paul enjoyed the open road and seeing new places. He had a great sense of humor. He smiled and caused many others to smile in his lifetime. The last few lines seem right)
No more of life’s bothersome downshifting, Paul.
Darn if this isn’t just like you – no fancy farewell.
Thanks for all the stories and blog community gatherings.
The world is better from all you did – all you touched – even those others had forgotten.
This year’s Autumn leaf show is all in your honor – spilling all along the roadways like bright ribbons so we, spread so far and wide, can share the tribute.
Bye, friend. Hope to see ya’ down the road.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge