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(Sounds fishy to me.)

Today’s portmanteau — tilapia is truly terrible; they ought to call it terribilapia.



Typos. We all makes sum.

Dear Editor: Please accept my SUMBISSION; I sincerely hope it’s sumbit gud enuff to publish. Sincerely, Eric Robert Nolan

(I did catch the typo before sending, however.)



POCK POCK POCK

PLEASE. Stop me from turning into an absolute mother hen to EVERYONE in every conversation.

Pal of mine sent me vid of her dog in her yard … I just advised herself to check herself for ticks, in the same manner my mother used to say to me.



Throwback Thursday: U2’s “Tryin’ To Throw Your Arms Around The World” (1991)

I love this song.  This was the ninth track from U2’s landmark 1991 album, “Achtung Baby.”  I remember listening to this song while munching on Butterfingers candy bars, cramming nervously for psych exams in my dorm room during the 1993/94 school year at Mary Washington College.

By psych exams, I mean tests in my psychology classes — not tests administered to me by a psychiatric professional.  But, hey, maybe they should have given me the latter.  It might have saved everyone a lot of time.



Oh no!

We’re gonna ROCK DOWN TO Eclectic Avenue
— and then select our method.



I finally got the dam picture!!

This is … a beaver dam?  I think?  I spotted it in the Roanoke River the other night … there were furballs of some kind down there, and I saw an enormous heron swoop down to join them. I shot video, but it was too dark to share.

Is it a beaver dam?  Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.  I won’t be embarrassed.  You know I am a native New Yorker, and have no acumen for Virginia fauna.  Maybe it’s a muskrat maze or ferret fortress or a nutria superstructure.  You tell me.



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I feel seen.

Somebody wrote me a note and wrote “Nolantheless” as a segue.

Oh, BRAVE new world that has such people in it.



“Ooh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world.”

I got really excited the other night — I saw an immense, graceful heron glide over the Roanoke River to land beside a … beaver dam!!  Which had apparently always been there, but which had heretofore escaped my notice!  And there were beavers bobbing and swimming about!  (I’m guessing they are nocturnal?)

I tried to get pictures and video for the whole gang — but it was too dark.  The footage I shot was all shadow.

Then I made the mistake of excitedly posting the following on Facebook: “I just saw a beavers and a heron!”

The.  Jokes.  Will.  Not.  Stop.  (Sheesh, you people.)

This includes a lot of “heroin” comments.  I’m kinda surprised by the level of drug-related humor out there.



(She’ll be A-Okay.)

Pal of mine tonight: “I will need moral support!”

Me: “Will amoral support suffice? That’s kinda my thing.”



Throwback Thursday: Gen X Bingo!

Found on Facebook.  (And, as you can see, myfreebingocards.com is credited.)

As I think I’ve mentioned before, the “Oregon Trail” video game jokes are lost on me.  I remember neither hide nor hair of the iconic game from my own 1980’s childhood.  And I’m half-convinced there’s some sort of “Mandela effect” at work here.



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