You’d figure God would go easy on us after coronavirus by giving us … misdemeanor vandalism spiders or shoplifting yellowjackets.
Even embezzlement bumblebees would be nice.
[Update:] Now I’m preoccupied with the (surprisingly charming) notion of shoplifting yellowjackets.
What would they steal? How many of them would be required to lift up a bag of Combos? Why is it all so adorable?
I’m distractible, in other words.
Boom! Studios. Trade paperback.
The people who say coronavirus is a hoax are the same people who say we didn’t see graphite on the ground.
The Spring 2020 Issue is great read. I am currently enjoying the work of featured poet Francis W. Alexander.
If you can lay hands on a copy, I highly recommend K.S. Hardy’s short poem “Night.” It’s perfect.
Lithograph.
There is only one way to avoid criticism:
do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.
— Aristotle
I’m watching an inarticulate, obviously unprepared middle school student stumble his way through … an oral report … at a science fair? About … biology?
Kid sounds like there’s something wrong with him.
OH WAIT, IT’S THE PRESIDENT ON FOX NEWS TALKING ABOUT THE PANDEMIC. My bad.
I want to take video, but you can’t just film a neighbor’s house and yard; that’s the kind of thing that gets the cops called.
One of them just stopped and eyeballed me — apparently they don’t like spectators?
Oh! One bit the other, and it kinda screamed. That’s a foul. Or … a moving violation? Penalty? Whatever you sportos call it.
Update — the neighbors are probably wondering why I am smiling and waving at the space beneath their car. Hell, the groundhogs are probably wondering. Little fat dude’s giving me a look like, “Yeah? Do we know you?”
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