Mislead. Now tied into a life of pole dancing.
Disgraceful.
As if the impending Vegetable Invasion isn’t rotten enough, stuffing children into the middle of it all.
How will they ever break loose?
She is far too friendly with plants. Must be the one luring children into lives as a wandering performers in the service of the dreaded Orange Veggie Invaders. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org).
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.
Look at that. A sweet smile. Clothes neatly pressed. Bravely standing straight and tall waiting for the show to begin.©
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.
Ah, We remember being a very young kitten and choosing Our Realm. There is no truth to the rumor that We had to be plucked out of a tree.(USPD/commons)
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.
Such a cute one. No doubt his parents fretted “How are we going to keep him down on the farm?” Surely they did not have to sell him to survive. Better to sell the turkey than the straw off the old block.©
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!
“If any Orange Veggie dares to enter this window, We shall stab them with Our scissors hidden by these papers. Ironic, no? Orange scissors for Orange Invaders. Yes, yes. How apropos.”©
Carry on!
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
Related posts:
“RC notices children fleeing Chick-among-us” (Sept. 2014)
“Imminent threats. Cautionary Tales” (Oct. 2015)
Don’t worry little monarch. Keeping delight on for you.©
Remember that feeling of being wedged in the back seat of a hot car in between two hefty relatives in the summer? Time crawling as much as the traffic. Desperately wishing some breeze would make it through the car window, past the mountains of people and give some relief.
That’s what it’s like. Waiting for the cold front. Steamy: spa hot and humid.
Monarch butterflies, however, are all aflutter about it.
Just like movie stars, monarchs crave humidity to keep them from drying out – remaining wrinkle free – while they conserve energy.
With Oct-Nov. travel advisories including shorter days and dropping temps, the butterflies hit the skyway. The neighborhood’s seen them passing through on their way to staging grounds to wait their Uber lift by the cold front’s north winds.
Hey, it’s not cheating!
Well, there was that NASCAR inspired individual that flew went 265 miles in one day. Must have been super charged.
Inquiring minds want to know if it was from the lanky, Lantana that’s struggling to give a few end of the season blooms.
And just like the past years, Mr. Pinchy fingers is at it again. (Catch up on last year’s episode, “Dastardly Bushwhacker. Santa Knows, Dude” here).
Undoubtedly it’s the old guy who’s the local landscape Nazi: reporting to the HOA which yards needing mowing, whose trees are leaning, or if some potting soil bags sit too long on the driveway. You know the kind.
Must think I’m a total dunderhead who doesn’t understand how to pinch back sprawling bushes to fluff them up, so he will demonstrate. Or that I’m just falling lazy. (Secretly, he is jealous of our lush tropical resort.)
Worked for Gloria Swanson. Useful for Vegetable Invasion sentry duty, too(USPD/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Not taking it to DEFCON 3 at this point.
Posted a keep you darn mitts off my plants, you idiot polite, friendly “Please help save endangered species by protecting these flowers” sign.
And I’ve got a motion activated critter cam in the window – not turned on yet. Yet.
And the Fall flies
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Read more?
- Mexican monarch butterfly reserve damaged by storms. (Aug 2016)
- Mexico closes 7 sawmills in monarch butterfly reserve (Sept 20, 2016)
- Monarch migration update: winds from south, hot temps stall butterflies on Llano River (Oct.16, 2016 Lots of them waiting in Central TX)
- Watch the current action. Monarch butterfly sightings on maps as they move south.
Monday night’s super moon. Looks like this neighbor fired up beacons for monarchs and owls….attracting the skunk was probably totally unintentional…©
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.
“What road construction will take the next 6 months? More if it rains? Just can’t take any more!”(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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.
Read more?
- Local Artist, J. Marie Valdez, finds beauty in what drives the rest of us nuts. Commuter traffic inspires her. (Video and her art)
Related posts:
“Cruise worthy. Auto go.” or “Zoom. Fin. Flow” (Stout Scarab featured)
While some say the Mercedes is like nothing we’ve seen before, but there was that 1940’s futuristic Stout Scarab made in Detroit
Ancestor of some mettle. The spacey Stout Scarab©
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.
Designed to set your inner pace free. BMW Motorrad Vision Next 100 (Bloomberg/BMW Group)
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.
“Hey, Ponch, if we’d had that bike, we’d have been even cooler.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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.
Space.com: “Impact! New Moon Craters Are Appearing Faster Than Thought”
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?
Does being moonstruck mandate a wardrobe change? (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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.
Seriously, how can there be tales of horror without a spooky moon?(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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”
No clowns in this one. Just a witchcraft trial, Salem, Mass. I know you thought it was a political town hall meeting, but I already told you: no clowns. Alike, but different. Really. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Is the mob hysteria due to diet?
Maybe rye, wheat and cereal grass products should be closely examined.
Happened before.
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.
Sitting pretty will catch someone’s eye.(USP/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Too trusting. Too vulnerable.
It’s usually the tall willowy ones that get wrapped up in it all before they realize.
Starts simply: a lovely adornment appears. Suggesting royal attention, perhaps.
A soft – barely noticeable – touch.
As exotic as heart-shaped flutterings.
A silky warmth winding closer. Tighter.
It all looks – feels – so innocent. Despite the warning whispers as time passes.
So fashionably wrapped against cold stares and weather, she can’t see the tree for the forest.(J.Oxley Lib/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Then before you know it, tendril fingers grasping, strangling, forcing an end to all growth.
Any brightness stolen.
No warmth from the sun.
Until too late.
Smothering is not nurturing.
Shake it off, Palm Baby. Before it crowns you and takes you down!©
Darn that pesky, out-of-control, invasive Morning Glory vine.
Hard to shrug off that clingy social climber.
Sigh.
All it takes to impress some is a flash of green and a promise of wearing pourpre royale.
Can’t get past that pre-mauve haze.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Hey Big Spender, twine a little time with me.(Holmen/Commons.wikimedia.org)
You probably get spaghetti dinners while we get sugar skulls and inflatable yard decorations preparing for Dia de los muertos (Nov 1)©
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.
It ain’t as easy as it looks and it ain’t for chickens.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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”
Paint as you will. It’s all in the medium.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Knew this one showed up for a reason. Just had to wait for the story. (It does not look fishy.) ©
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.
More about blogger Paul Curran and his passing here.
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
You left tire tracks all over the world, Paul. I know it was you. RIP. “I’m 10-10 on the side“,buddy.©
Dear Molly,
As it appears that little Bella will not get her butt out is now a fixture in my household, I am considering matching Halloween costumes for this year. Like twins. It’s a time for pretend, not reality.
A snapshot is being sent for your perusal and comments.
Sadly, the young one didn’t understand we were to be class scholars not class clowns.
Some sort of classy.©
Sigh.
When her demeanor was snorted at, she chortled something about clowns being this season’s terror. She should not be allowed to watch TV or listen to political discussions.
I see your dilemma between a Flower Child (so easy with the drive-thru bushes in your yard) and punk rocker (Indeed, Mohawks are quite the a show stopper).
Dress rehearsal©
Decisions. Decisions. Luckily, we have time to dig up something really good. (To clarify, not talking squirrels here.)
Speaking of rodents, while your efforts to convince RC Cat you could be BFFs are admirable, I do not think the “Hello Kitty” dog costume would really be enough to convince HRH to play.
Please do not send any more costume links this way.
Bella is whining about that Rasta Dog outfit. I’d humourously suggest the pinata pup costume, but she might not get the joke and insist on it, then be so sad when small children stated poking her for candy.
We shall look forward to see what you finally choose.
Yes, organic is cooler – and can serve as a snack if you get bored.
Personally I’ve always found cotton and wool so much more digestible than man-made poly or synthetic fabrics. As far as fringe and rugs anyway.
As for me, if I had my way, I’d imitate a Tornado Drill Participant and simply sit in the bathtub all Holler-Ring night. But as RC Canine of a Realm, one must watch over their charges, even if it is unsettling.
Yours in fur,
The German
Paws for peace.
Want more? The German was floored during her first Halloween as an RC.
A paradox as daylight drifts into winter hiding and dark tales add shivers not temperature related.
Why if it’s “star light, star bright” is space so dark?
Poe tried to tell them. But it didn’t pay off for him. About $14 bucks is all.
Edgar Allan Poe knew they would call him mad.
Shadows hungry as the wolf: half-breeds born of uncertain darkness and clarifying light. Real mutts©
His stories were reason enough, but that essay: “Eureka, An Essay on the Material and Spiritual Universe” did it.
All that “because Nothing was, therefore All things are”
Along with “space and duration are one”
“Spirit and matter are made of the same essence”
A few words spun about “the speed of stars, diameters of planets and distance between them, the weight of Earth, and the orbit of the new Leverrier’s planet”(Neptune).
Then there was that odd at the time thought that the universe started with a single particle, a “primordial particle” which suddenly, for some reason, blew apart and formed all the particles of the universe.
Public reaction was mixed in 1848.
- At the time, people scoffed the essay was all a joke. Pointing at all the puns and parodies of names of experts and historical thinkers.
- Some were offended and called it anti-religious. Poe actually called God an author and “the Universe a plot of God”. Then that bit about everyone looking for God was because originally all were small particles of God. But Poe did say “the plots of God are perfect”, so that should have made it OK, right?
Poe himself called it a poem and asked the essay be judged as a work of art. He believed in later years the essay would be understood and proved true.
Not Poe, but source of his essay title. Archimedes shouting “I’ve got it” after pondering displacement while splashing in his bath. (Ancient Greek mathematician, physicist,engineer, inventor and astronomer)(Arlindi1999.Commons.wikimedia.org)
Oddly, science fiction often does become science fact or at least science theory.
In 1987, cosmologist Edward Robert Harrison published “Darkness at Night: A Riddle of the Universe” where he cites Poe’s ideas as being on the right track after all.
(Read more here. There’s isn’t space to go into red shifting, blue shifting, Olbers’ Paradox. Poe seemed be the first to offer a plausible explanation of why the sky is dark and a “cosmological theory that anticipated black holes and the Big Crunch theory”)
So was Poe a mad man or simply ahead of his time?
- French author Paul Valéry (1871-1945) considered Poe’s essay “an abstract poem based on mathematical foundations” and said it should be valued for both the poetic and scientific merit.
- Astrophysicist Arthur Stanley Eddington (1882-1944) said “Eureka is not a work of dotage or disordered mind”
- Albert Einstein called Poe’s Eureka “a beautiful achievement of an unusually independent mind.”
- And then there’s the modern group who feel Eureka can be used to decipher meaning from all Poe’s fiction – that all his works involve similar theories. (And if you think about it, you can see….)
And you thought he only wrote scary stories.
Sigh. $14.00 for a masterpiece with legs. Now that’s the real horror.
Don’t let it haunt you.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Looking for a haunting Poe-style story? 1. here, 2. here, or 3. here.
Art imitates life. Artist/sculptor Alberto Giacometti said he was “sculpting not the human figure but ‘the shadow that is cast’ ” And so he did. ©
Geesch. Unannounced visitor? What time is it? OK, manners. Even for the spirited.©
People are always stopping by on their way out.
If you’ve grown up around really old people, you know they do what they want.
You’re polite – especially when they are in a hurry and say, “Now, listen, Only have a minute. I wanted to tell you this…”
Smiles. Nods. And “Yes, ma’am”, “Yes, Sir” until off they go.
Sue came by after we’d already gone to bed. Quiet, but firm on a having few words.
(Old people don’t sleep much. “Too much to do. Too little time”, they say.)
I offered to get my husband up for her – as she was his, but she said, “No please don’t wake him. Don’t want to disturb him this late. I came to see you.”
Now Sue was old school. Like from the 1950’s. Like from The Help.
She arrived in the storm after the death of a mother to steady the ship and get the deck hands scrubbed up and constructively occupied.
Formidable, Sue was well-known in the neighborhood. Respected is an understatement.
More stories about her than stars in the sky.
“Mrs. J,” said Sue upon discovering a young 4-year-old pants-less boy between the screen door and kitchen door, “your youngest has just done his business on our back door step. I’ll clean him up and send him home, but you might want to have a talk with him. Have a feeling he tried, but couldn’t get our door knob to work.”
Sue had childhood dirt on EVERYONE. She was the neighborhood source of endless rescues. Never put up with nonsense. Could see through anything, but always the forgiving angel in an apron.
Not forgotten by grown children either. There was some unspoken competition over who would “get” Sue when she couldn’t live on her own – who had the best accommodations prepared. As she aged, dinners came to her. Not as good as her own cooking, but nothing to clean up later she’d joke.
Sue had a great sense of humor. We got along from the start.
An opening or is that a closing? No matter.©
But late that night, there Sue stood. In front of me. She said she got the call and was leaving.
One never questioned Sue.
“No, don’t wake him. I came to see you. Now tell your husband and his sisters to not fret or be sad. You tell them to not fight and to get along. And no tears. He’s called me home.”
And with that she left.
The next morning was just ordinary. I didn’t say anything as some things have to be timed.
Then he came in and said, “I just got a call. Sue died last night.”
Taking a deep breath, I said, “I know. Late last night she came by to say goodbye.”
People are always stopping by on their way out.
I always listen. And remember.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Keeping tradition, I tell one tale a year – early in October. So these won’t be confused with the Halloween hype – ’cause they aren’t like that. In the fall as when that’s when many leave: after birthdays and before Thanksgiving. I have theories about that.
Other spooky, but also true tales: “Dark, Stormy, and Spooky. Mommy!”, or “Beside Her”.
Apparently it is too much to ask them to knock. Besides it would wake the dog and delay what needs to be heard.©
Not this king – although he thinks he is. (Elvis Presley/King Creole/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
King of the world.
I know. It’s you.
Secretly, anyway. Won’t tell of your delusions aspirations.
Toddlers, teenagers who weren’t where they were supposed to be, and those high profiles, they know.
Say anything with enough confidence, loudly enough, and often enough, it becomes fact.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt to have an army behind you: fan club, paparazzi, mean girls, marchers, the petition oriented, mom….
All armed with whatever works. Ready to rule.
Although there are those who need not the followers.
Secure by their own grasp.
Sustained on what appears at their feet.
Star of his kingdom, Regal Rex watches his world roll round.©
They become the stuff of mists and legends.
On top of the world
Having a lot more fun without the rabble babble.
If in doubt, venture on without.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
With friends in high places, easy to become star struck, so…
- Over the moon with yet another another trending lunar brand? It’s here: The Black Moon
- Are they telling us to stay away, Elon Musk, or come on over? “Strange signals from outer space“
- And if you need to sit down after that, Nissan can line you up with a comfy one – until you are ready to roll on to make a fast escape.
No, the sky is not falling. You’d think so. It’s only Chinese space junk. Fine. ©
As the leaf turns, thoughts naturally grow towards outfits.
Pointedly unperturbed by snickers over last year’s efforts, the search is on for this year’s party attire.
Natural is best. Going green. Nothing wrong with found materials constructions. A challenge, but they are up to it.
So far some ideas planted for Halloween capers:
Totally taken by Madame de Pompadour and Queen Marie Antoinette’s portrait
Pretty good replication of that hair and lace ruffle, yes?
plant Halloween costume inspired by Marie Antoinette. ©
Some cultivate a more modern look. That Punk rocker hairstyle tends to stick around.
This natural, organic interpretation is in its’ early stages. Not gelled yet:
Plant punk. (A bit tame, since probably worried the gardener won’t like it. Chop chop could prune all party aspirations.)©
Others are still crisp with enthusiasm for Star Wars Characters like Chewbacca.
Oh, sorry, Didn’t mean to intrude. Some costumes take a little longer to gather together, but you get the general idea.
Wait! Wait! I don’t have it all on yet! No peeking. WIP. ©
Fertile thinking, recycling natural, and organic materials are good for the pocketbook and the environment.
But seriously, we spend enough feeding and nurturing these plants, now they want Halloween costumes, too?
That’s getting a bit spooky…
Have they been wondering about their rooted heritage or watching “Little Shop of Horrors” one time too many?
All treats and no tricks here. Have some mulch.
Going to seed,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
More about pruning a sharp crop: “To the Point. Faulty Logic”, or “Getting to the Point”
OMG.They are auditioning bands for their holiday party!
Upon reflection, some structure is necessary to keep things in shape.©
The fine art of the caterwauling duels is rarely practiced with skill by humans.
No patience to perfect the spitting, ear-piercing combative screams, sharp swipes, and fur flying. People seem contented to stop learning at puffed up posing and stiff strutting.
A watered down version traditionally taught to the lesser species is based social concepts they easily understand: winners and losers.
Before Monday’s comedy workshop Presidential debate-ish performance, a review:
Although there have been dark ages that only cats can see the light of, this modified for human consumption version has worked through the ages …mostly.
You know humans: two steps forward and 50 back.
The tutorial concepts continue to apply no matter age, gender, or coat covering.
No We most certainly did not steal this idea for a post. Imitation is the finest form of fur flying flattery.
For of those of literary purrsuasion or more elevated interest in sociology, We suggest reading Mere Inkling’s entire post: “The Urgent Need for Chivalry”.
“With all the nations of the world engaged in power struggles—or cowering behind the protection of their more courageous allies—C.S. Lewis’ essay on “The Necessity of Chivalry” demands our attention.
Yes, the very word “chivalry” reeks of a bygone era that has been superseded and relegated to history books. But those who consider the concept outdated impoverish their lives and quite possibly contribute to the violent spirit of our age.
Warfare is not an abstract concept to the millions—yes, millions—of people who are surrounded by vicious threats every hour. Britain itself was in this position when…..”(continued here)
See. There. You may let go of the scruff of Our neck.
We have provided recognition and link to source – as was intended all along. We are an RC. Honorable.
Hey, Dunderhead. I saw you sneak out that window. You didn’t exactly go out on little cat feet in the fog. Back inside until dismissed. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
And now We shall leave you to your assignment.
Maybe knowledge will lessen the foolish epidemic of clown fear, while the real impending threat is being ignored: the Fall Invasion of Vegetables.
If it’s not one rotten thing, it’s another.
It’s out of the box now: the Vegetable Intruders have a staging ground. Preparing to carve things up.©
We shall return later for discussion.
What? Quiz? Dunderhead!
Life in its’ entirety is a quiz.
Humans, why do We bother?
You may take notes.
You are trying. Very trying.
No, there is not popcorn. That might lead to vegetables popping in early.
This is beginning to push Our civility to the limit
Staff! Where is staff?
Staff, begin the instructional video before they completely lose focus.
Where are Our mousies? We crave soothing mousies for Our aching head.
Being an exemplary being is so exhausting.
Adieu, mon chere
And don’t forget to leave an open can of cat food in the doorway as tribute.
I am RC Cat and approve of this message.
Of course you wish for more: Vegetable Invasion (Could get mushy) or Holler-Ring and Revels of Other Realms or perhaps Angry Veggies: Captured or Harvested?
More than just sky high thoughts ©
A fine airing.
The roof not pointedly raising fist. But what protest would it be if so?
Rage against oppressive heat?
Thoughtless drenching when it only wants it’s day in the sun?
Anger at being raised functional rather than frivolous as unpredictable art?
Frustration at being nailed when the other dances loose and free?
A more positive slant of it’s a shy, awkward “hello” with wishful thinking: “Take me with you when you go?”
A sharp slope and a reaching arch: of origins quite apart.
Neighbors of a strange sort.
Both smug with one commonality: they inhabit sky, not dirt like grass.
Can’t build more joy than that.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
And the sun sinks slowly in the west between two trees©
Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge 