Well, today her nonsense is better than mine so I will stay in my lane. I just set my skirt on fire. It was a Homer Simpson “Doh!” moment, and no mistake. Alas, there was no damage but to the ego beyond a smelly house. Post this tomorrow and I will rage with more self-righteousness. 😉
Enjoy your day, but beware The Halogen Hound of Fire.
Enjoy it. The nutters abound. We have a neighbor who captures live animals in winter (bobcats and the like) when the temps drop. She insists they are incapable of surviving the harsher weather and require her little heat lamp. I giggled for weeks when she posted her astonishment that her most recent B and B guest had consumed her dog overnight. I take comfort in the fact she never had kids, thus refining the gene pool.
It’s touching that someone so ignorant of natural selection can contribute nonetheless by omitting to breed.
Stephanie Read
January 10, 2023 at 5:09 am
I laughed out loud at this and my kids all stared at me in confusion. Thank you for that in and of itself.
There is a bit of need to retain relevance blended with Munschausen’s Syndrome by proxy that weaves itself through the history of humanity. An absence of inherent purpose/motivation/skill in the individual seems to produce a segment of the populous through the millennia that creates a need that does not actually exist, yet conveniently this need is fulfilled by skills only the lost individual has at hand. Heating the bobcat holds an equivalence with finding the witch, unveiling the heretic, the inevitability of both the approaching Ice Age in 1970 and the now 12 year path to Climate Extinction. Much stems from an individual who needs personal relevance yet cannot build it for himself.
Well, today her nonsense is better than mine so I will stay in my lane. I just set my skirt on fire. It was a Homer Simpson “Doh!” moment, and no mistake. Alas, there was no damage but to the ego beyond a smelly house. Post this tomorrow and I will rage with more self-righteousness. 😉
Enjoy your day, but beware The Halogen Hound of Fire.
No chance of me doing that.
Enjoy it. The nutters abound. We have a neighbor who captures live animals in winter (bobcats and the like) when the temps drop. She insists they are incapable of surviving the harsher weather and require her little heat lamp. I giggled for weeks when she posted her astonishment that her most recent B and B guest had consumed her dog overnight. I take comfort in the fact she never had kids, thus refining the gene pool.
It’s touching that someone so ignorant of natural selection can contribute nonetheless by omitting to breed.
I laughed out loud at this and my kids all stared at me in confusion. Thank you for that in and of itself.
There is a bit of need to retain relevance blended with Munschausen’s Syndrome by proxy that weaves itself through the history of humanity. An absence of inherent purpose/motivation/skill in the individual seems to produce a segment of the populous through the millennia that creates a need that does not actually exist, yet conveniently this need is fulfilled by skills only the lost individual has at hand. Heating the bobcat holds an equivalence with finding the witch, unveiling the heretic, the inevitability of both the approaching Ice Age in 1970 and the now 12 year path to Climate Extinction. Much stems from an individual who needs personal relevance yet cannot build it for himself.
We have a lady in Bognor who feeds the pigeons in the middle of the High Street, scaring all and sundry when they swoop towards the shoppers.