Saturday, November 19, 2016

"I had a daisy once, but it died on me."

I swear. I could post a photo of a daisy with the simple caption, "I think this is pretty" and get the following comments:

"Not everyone is lucky enough to see this because we were born without EYEBALLS!"

"I was born with eyeballs but leaned in to smell a liberal's daisy lapel pin with sharpened petals and my eyeballs were ripped into SHREDS!!!"

"The Bible says he who worships flowers gives lubricated hand jobs to the devil, but I don't judge, so have a nice day anyway."

"It's really a cloaked UFO that extracts DNA from the sinus cavities of unsuspecting morons who don't believe."

"The daisy is real: The post itself is a hoax."

"Starbucks stopped serving their cups with daisies on them. Because Obama."

"I had a daisy once, but it died on me."


"To you it's a daisy, but to me, it looks just like a frightened vagina."

"Must be nice to be rich and do nothing but look at fucking flowers all day while slaves serve you. Loved your show, Brett!"

"As if you didn't know that 'daisy' is another term for Chinese expats getting rich in US while human trafficking. Daisies: yellow in the middle and white on the outside. Or wait. Maybe that is 'banana'. No, that's backwards. Why don't you just tell jokes instead of always being political?"

"Papaw, he say ni ni nighty bye."

Friday, November 18, 2016

Skimming the surface of the media pond

...we found this iridescent dragonfly with good news....

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Je suis Trishelle.

Thanks for watching tonight's episode of How to Get Away With Murder on ABC.

Je suis Trishelle.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Our top story tonight....

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Super Moon

Too few pixels gives a watercolor effect. But I'll take it. Check out our super moon, the once in seventy years kind.

Let's see what this beautiful, bold, gleaming monster of a moon brings, shall we?


OK. I just heard Bach's Partita #3 for piano and believe that exact piece of music has stun gun strength insofar as, you know. That guy a while ago.

Oh, he's not escaping. I just don't require intubation during the hunt.

First, for those of you who get what I mean about Mr. Spencer & Co.? Thanks. It sucks to feel outnumbered in the big departments. And I don't.

Second, we'll be like - no, we already are like - a big circle across many miles: Maybe we'll never meet or touch in "real life", but we're together in ways that might've never happened if these scary things weren't suddenly coming down the street.




Richard B. Spencer

Hi everybody!

Well. That preternaturally cheerful greeting belies this wind knocked out of me feeling from hearing a one Richard B. Spencer on NPR a bit ago.

Maybe I'm wrong - which means I'm so not wrong, don't you know - because I'm not on their kill or deport list, but I am starting to miss the plain old mean inarticulate rednecks who don't pretend to love their brother. I've always thought that ruling class interests rather enjoy us pitted against each other: less threat to the top.

But this new wave of SS?/Spencer is glib, even weirdly conversational in his overtures to convince the radio host - who might've been the calmest black dude ever given the interview subject - that America's supposed to be anything but a melting pot. Oddly enough, all I could think of as he spoke was watching him melt in a pot.

Pretty sure that can all be proud of where we came from - and I'm the whole cracker box dumped on the table - without using it as a foot on another man's neck.

Does he think we NPR white people will be too chicken to fight for other people's rights?







Sunday, November 13, 2016

OK, I don't wanna be Henny Penny, but the sky really might be falling...

Leon Russell, Rest in Peace

I got to hear your live music probably a total of over thirty hours. The alchemy of your music mattered in this weary old world. Thank you and God

bless you forever, old man.

Horses, filthy lucre and seeing dead people...

Maybe the phrase "pride goeth before a fall" is perfectly placed here: I must not have been clear enough in my original post: By selling readings at a discounted price, I am gambling that I'll be able to pull the bunny out of the money hat.

There are a lot more important things in life than saving one horse whose owner owes a blankload of back board. (I'll venture to say this falls on the ways to spend money importance scale exactly between between 147 million orphans worldwide and having Lee Greenwood song lyrics painted on one's toenails - which I've actually witnessed.)

Knoweth, then, these things:

I was not and am not asking for free money to extricate my horse from a jam I'm entirely responsible for creating. For jamming. Whatever...

(And, y'all, really try to hear the next three paragraphs in MY voice. Actually, if I wasn't typing this three feet away from a sleeping two-year old, I'd record it on my phone and post it that way.)

To those who just offered flat out donations without needing to purchase a reading, thank you so much. Your warm and quick reply are more appreciated than I can say. I may regret this but I don't want money for nothing. Hugs to you.

And to those who asked for exact circumstances of my financial state before considering a donation (which I didn't ask for) - and this is about one particularly accusatory query from A.B.P. by way of example, I'll offer this: You got me. I'm so busted. Yes, I'm sitting on piles of cash and am opting for Juviderm injections and Christmas in Cozamel instead of sending back board on a horse I had no business trying to keep all this time while waiting on a full-time gig. I had no idea I was so transparent and owe you thanks for pulling my covers.

Seriously? Do you think I have a dastardly and unforgivably lazy plan whereby I dun strangers - most likely fans, for goodness sake - for money with the old "hey they might sell my mare for dog food" ploy?

In the largest sense, I bit off way more than I can chew with dogs, cats, birds and, yes, horses. I'm not the first person to put the second word in "animal nut" in neon letters and won't be the last.

I do not blame the guy who's been keeping my mare for wanting to be paid: No one is a bad guy in this even if I'm wearing an I'm with stupid shirt and the arrow's pointing up. Hell, as far as psychic readings go, you either believe in this stuff or not. I happen to believe in it. Frankly, given many people's notions of this line of work, doing cougar porn would be less embarrassing.

And there's this: I might be a skeptical and reluctant psychic, but I'm pretty good at this. Furthermore, a rare thing for the profession, I flip folks' money back immediately if I'm not "getting a connection". Here's why: When this stuff works, it rocks.

I hope this straightens out any confusion my original post might've left in its wake.

My karma can't be too bad: The kid's been asleep for two hours and his folks are getting home in thirty minutes. Yessssssss.




Geeking OUT

We're entirely too excited about this mother lode of images from the Bradshaw Foundation.

If doesn't quite go far back enough for you, then feast your eyes on this vast collection of prehistoric images - possibly the most extensive online archive extant.

Beyond cave paintings all the way to 50,000 year old alphabet beginnings.

It's enough to make a girl get out her crayons.

And the Flower Girl Wore Saran Wrap

Cue "What the World Needs Now" and, yes, the Jackie DeShannon version...

Thanking J.B. for sending it and Awkward Family Photos for the photo I most want to see as a film.

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