The Banal Chew

Monday Smile

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Little old lady.
Little old lady who?
I didn't know you could yodel!

 

Renaissance?

(Firstly, apologies for the sketchy commenting interface lately. I'm switching to Disqus, and it takes a day or two to settle down and play nicely.)

Did anyone notice that this is the fourth blog post on consecutive days?  This may not be all that substantive a post, but I think it calls for a squirrel dance.

 

(More later today, perhaps something for Cogitation Tuesday.  It is only 5am, after all.)

He Can Dance

For no other reason than to giggle.

(click to watch the show)

Fodder

Just when I was concerned that my therapist and I were in need of direction, now that crisis-mode seems to be over, an event occurred.

That event was me realising that, during a low moment resulting in a pep talk to myself in which I swore an oath that I was not going to my next session feeling depressed, there's no one left to impress. So I 'm trying to impress my therapist. 

That'll keep us busy.

 

(photo: Flickr/shamaasa, CC)

Curly Burly

My ex invited me to join an Aussie curling team he was putting together for the Gay Games. This is why I balked at accepting. It never eventuated anyway.

(psst, click the pic)

It's Sunday morning, and as I sat down with my coffee to read news and FB headlines, a status update by Grumpy Cat sent me here.

I will never trust Grumpy Cat again.

Ubiquitous Day

...with Ripley, Rocky and Roger

 

You better throw some kibble in this here bowl, sonny!

 

 

Yeah, mine too! If you know what's good for ya.

 

 

Pretty!

Ubiquitous Night

Resistance is futile. You will be, uh, ...assimilated!

Oh riiiight. Anyway, how's that working out for you?

 

[Meanwhile, in another room.]

 

Pretty!

Much Improved

Thank cripes, I am no longer living with the flatmate mentioned in the previous post. There's no need for details, other than to say that I'm in a much better space now. I wish him well.

My current housemate is wonderful. She is friendly, spirited, generous, and intelligent. And she is the loving guardian of two really wonderful dogs, with whom Roger is getting along marvelously.

She also told me a conductor joke today, one which I'd not heard. It goes something like the following.

What's the difference between a cow and a conductor?

The cow has horns at the front and a bumhole at the back,
whereas an orchestra has....

 

Bluntcards

So naughty. So wrong. But so funny!

 

Enjoy more chuckles here!