11:54 PM 3/24/2014 < < = see how industrious bird was.
IT'S HERE !!! the blank white page !! ... i have nothing to say ...
guess that's what i'll be talking about. that nothing. what's it mean ??
12 23 1889, 12 23 1924, 10 11 2012 and 04 01 1947, 12 01 1947 and 08 21 1951, 08 21 2010 -- lucky. all so very very lucky. just can't tell ya 'why.'
this is a green catbird.
my avatar. (but i miniaturized it. because i prefer small things.)
Karl the Green Catbird
so much for the beginning, eh ?
hi. my name is greenbird !!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
... i'm a KT Kibitzer.
{ hiii ... greeeen birrrrd. }
Shorpy: you will like this.
2 from flickr.com you will also like:
Eduardo Amorim - the photographer's Justice Putnam
Woodmosaics - Missouri's answer to Bill's Kiddie Pool (WARNING*DANGER: some trauma and tragedy from a real-life small farm, but also lots of animal/people love.)
Chevy bumper dog rescue: Original "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" story
A story from "the people next door," this one concerning the bleeding-heart daughter who, seeing a neighbor's dog running loose, was able to leash said dog and drop the handle over the rear bumper upright piece to keep dog safe while bleeding-heart daughter returned to play with friends down the street, leaving unsuspecting bleeding-heart mother to back out of driveway and get nearly to grocery store two blocks away before stranger shouted "hey lady! you know you're dragging a dog on your car?!" -- pads gone from poor feets, neighbor-owner infuriated, mother chagrined, daughter abashed. wow. cringe.
SLAM Book: Middle-Schoolers and Lunch
9th graders are usually immortal. i observed many of them choosing to lunch at an across-the-street shop, where they could prepare Frito-pie: slash open a long side of a bag of Frito corn chips, ladle-in some "chili." eat with a plastic spoon, while passing around that week's "Slam Book," an earlier version of a dkos poll. Page 1 was just numbers, where you sign in and retain your number for all the answers. each following page was a question, like, "who do you like" and your answer would be found with your number. sometimes the numbers were listed, sometimes not, but it was so EXCITING to see if the 'number' you 'liked' had signed in, until you learned more than you wanted, or less, depending.
kept your mind from the turmoil of your poor tummy, digesting corn chips and 'chili.'
Out Among The Stars: Johnny Cash, 1984
to end this smorsgabord of pick-your-own-diary, i'll relate another story of "the people next door," about the time they ran into a tight fiscal predicament, and the charming adorable little brave son decided his idea was brilliant: he called H.L. Hunt and said "my dad needs some money and i heard you had plenty." this was back in the days when everybody was in the phone book. no kidding. i believe the charming adorable little brave son was tenderly rebuffed.
so: it's done, my one-and-only off-the-shelf stand-alone personalized diary. i've been told the expectation is that i will stand in the hall and observe your lunacy, stepping in only to rap knuckles if necessary. most birds can sleep on their feet (in addition to type with them, like me) and i expect to resort to a slight lean against the wall so i don't fall down. hint*: the link for smorgasbord ? ... scroll to (or read to) the end, for links to recipes.