Critters spotted:
“Vulture,” Antoine-Louis Barye, 19th Century
For a minute, I thought this was the “Beginning of the End!”
Nah, it was just a larger differential grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis).
Here at the Nolan household, we take our neologisms very seriously — especially the portmanteaus.
There is an individual important to us with a penchant for improvising some rather baroque cusswords — and often a string of them. (Holy shit.)
Let it be known that baroque cussin’ will hereafter be known as “baroqussin’.” And thata string of baroqusses shall be know as a “baroqcusstring.”
Just one of my favorite little treasures I’ve ever found on this Interwebs contraption — a real photo of Mark Twain hanging out in Nikola Tesla’s lab in 1894.
Ya gotta love that headline above, right? It’s too bad there isn’t a Pulitzer for puns.
Well … a far more responsible young person is feeding and watering the cat, in our mutual friend’s absence. It is my job to pet her and make sure she doesn’t get too lonely.
The moral of the story is this — I can’t be trusted with basic tasks, yet I am nevertheless beloved of all living creatures.
I needed to consult the pharmacist yesterday about aloe WITHOUT making a pun out of it.
No “Aloe, there,” no “Aloe, is the price?” no “I am at aloe point with this skin irritation.” Nothing.
I DID it! I might have trembled like a junkie in need of a fix, but I DID it!
Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.
And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!
They’re the hornets of the plant kingdom, people.
Zero Stars.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 