A reporter friend of mine passed this along. Life is so weird.
The Internet tells me that “The Nolan is a highly sought-after exotic boot known for its unique scale pattern, natural sheen, and supple feel.” They’re handmade in Mexico. Uh … thanks, Tecovas.
Hey, man, I’ll take it. (Coulda been urinal cakes or something.) Maybe they’ll pay me to be their spokesman.
the air is burning
that is all
I need to get that on a t-shirt.
The back of the t-shirt could read, “Sorry.”
Polka-dotus beetlicus.
[Update — it has been brought to my attention that this creature is some iteration of Virginia’s most maligned invasive species, the spotted lantern fly.]
Hey, I’ll take it. This dude is living his best life.
We now return to our regularly-scheduled program — already in progress.
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.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 