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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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Uhhh, no.
"Buy the ticket, take the ride." If you have the meter, ya gotta use it.
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In verifying my personal weirdosity meter is functioning properly —
as we all know, GoFs sometimes wake up at night for bio. Biology, not biography. And I'm awake, but it's not pressure on my bladder that brings me back here. What I'm wondering loud enough to wake myself up is where's the dog? Turn on the bedside lamp and see Odin sitting on the floor. He's looking directly at me. Odin's time for bio. As we make our way to the patio door, I'm wondering hard — did he just telepathy me awake?
Settled in again, Odin's calm, until I hear a rising growl. He's off like a shot to park himself at the kitchen bay window to bark his head off at something. It's mostly woodland critters outside. The human kind of critters don't often come up this dead end road. I see nothing. My stupidwildazz guess is coyote or bear.
An hour's gone by, sleep comes. Coffee and settling into what looks like (checks weather app) 16C and rain.
as we all know, GoFs sometimes wake up at night for bio. Biology, not biography. And I'm awake, but it's not pressure on my bladder that brings me back here. What I'm wondering loud enough to wake myself up is where's the dog? Turn on the bedside lamp and see Odin sitting on the floor. He's looking directly at me. Odin's time for bio. As we make our way to the patio door, I'm wondering hard — did he just telepathy me awake?
Settled in again, Odin's calm, until I hear a rising growl. He's off like a shot to park himself at the kitchen bay window to bark his head off at something. It's mostly woodland critters outside. The human kind of critters don't often come up this dead end road. I see nothing. My stupidwildazz guess is coyote or bear.
An hour's gone by, sleep comes. Coffee and settling into what looks like (checks weather app) 16C and rain.
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Ah, the GoF life...In verifying my personal weirdosity meter is functioning properly —
as we all know, GoFs sometimes wake up at night for bio. Biology, not biography. And I'm awake, but it's not pressure on my bladder that brings me back here. What I'm wondering loud enough to wake myself up is where's the dog? Turn on the bedside lamp and see Odin sitting on the floor. He's looking directly at me. Odin's time for bio. As we make our way to the patio door, I'm wondering hard did he just telepathy me awake?
Settled in again, Odin's calm, until I hear a rising growl. He's off like a shot to park himself at the kitchen bay window to bark his head off at something. It's mostly woodland critters outside. The human kind of critters don't often come up this dead end road. I see nothing. My stupidwildazz guess is coyote or bear.
An hour's gone by, sleep comes. Coffee and settling into what looks like (checks weather app) 16C and rain.
Anyone watch the Kentucky Derby? (gonna watch?)
6 hours of preamble and 2 minutes of excitement. I tune in for 10 minutes.
6 hours of preamble and 2 minutes of excitement. I tune in for 10 minutes.
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When a dog buries a bone in the yard, it ages in a good way, dogesting to tenderize it. My dog used to dig up year old soup bones and throughly enjoy them, dirt and all.
A metaphor for life, losers find their way to the knackers yard, winner goes out to stud.
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True. But Lil' Smokies with an 18 cent box of Kraft Mac'n'Cheese (back in the '70s) was a darn good college meal! Ate that combo often. Then. Now? Not so much.If you put brown sauce on Lil' Smokies, they taste like Lil' Smokies with brown sauce
More likely your brain picked up on a change in environment, and woke you up to see what was happening (maybe Odin stirred, or the regular rhythm of his sleeping breath pattern changed when he woke). Your unconscious brain did the work, while your conscious mind only wakes up to see the dog looking at you.
Not as fun as a telepathic dog, but probably closer to what happened.
By the time I realize it's on, it's usually over. Not much for horses anyway.
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and 2024 is much closer now than it was in 1975.
Used to join in for the last two hours armed with a couple mint juleps. Could be worth a return to old form.
Hm seems we have a common theme today regarding studliness.
To make a trombone sound like a French horn, stick your hand in the bell and play lots of wrong notes.
Frankenweenie (2012) - IMDb
I believe that dogs are telepathic, just one look and you usually know exactly what they want. Not all creatures are as stupid as we are, they have a highly evolved ability to communicate.
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School gig tonight at 7pm. It's on facebook. Go here https://www.facebook.com/CollinCollegeMusic then click EVENTS.
There is also a master class with our guest artist and a concert tomorrow night with the school big band.
This is the world premier of my original tune "Private Eye". Here is the score and parts on googledrive if you want to follow along. private eye - Google Drive
There is also a master class with our guest artist and a concert tomorrow night with the school big band.
This is the world premier of my original tune "Private Eye". Here is the score and parts on googledrive if you want to follow along. private eye - Google Drive
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But those are a staple item of receptions everywhere!
I’m not receptive to those kind of reception offerings.
We had a big ole coyote in the back yard yesterday at 8 AM...broad daylight, and just calmly exploring the fenceline for a breakfast bunny.In verifying my personal weirdosity meter is functioning properly —
as we all know, GoFs sometimes wake up at night for bio. Biology, not biography. And I'm awake, but it's not pressure on my bladder that brings me back here. What I'm wondering loud enough to wake myself up is where's the dog? Turn on the bedside lamp and see Odin sitting on the floor. He's looking directly at me. Odin's time for bio. As we make our way to the patio door, I'm wondering hard — did he just telepathy me awake?
Settled in again, Odin's calm, until I hear a rising growl. He's off like a shot to park himself at the kitchen bay window to bark his head off at something. It's mostly woodland critters outside. The human kind of critters don't often come up this dead end road. I see nothing. My stupidwildazz guess is coyote or bear.
An hour's gone by, sleep comes. Coffee and settling into what looks like (checks weather app) 16C and rain.
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