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I don’t know macrophotography from a hole in the ground.

Hence that first picture (of a hole in the ground).  I swear to you that I almost stepped in it and broke my leg.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — you people have no idea what I go through to bring you these pictures.

What kind of burrow is that, anyway?  Gopher?  Wolverine?  Badger?  Why do I want so badly for it to be a badger burrow?  Is it because badgers are cool, and I haven’t seen one yet in Virginia?  Is it just the alliteration and consonance of “badger burrow?”  Wouldn’t that make a great name for a roadside bar or restaurant?  I’m rambling again.

 

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Nerd Shoe Diaries

Ever get a haircut and come home and take a nap? And then forget that you got a haircut that day when you awake? And then, when you walk into a dark bathroom and see your reflection in the mirror, you think it’s a short-haired intruder?

I SWEAR to you — my first thought was “Who is this #%&*ing shoe salesman?!”

Why did my half-asleep brain go right to “shoe salesman?” It probably says something about me on an unconscious level …

 

 

“We’re getting very big in space … both militarily and for other reasons.”

The White House today released an artist’s rendition of Donald Trump’s planned “Space Corps.”

Note — there are about a million “Starship Troopers” jokes to be made here.  But if we go there, we’ll be at it all day.

 

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The “P” key keeps getting stuck on my @#$%ing keyboard.

This frequently means that when I type “I hope,” it changes it to “I hoe.” It happened in a blog post the other day.

Awkwardness ensues.

“I Hoe” kinda sounds like a pornographic satire of Asimov’s “I, Robot.”

 

 

 

 

 

I have come here to berry Caesar …

… not to praise him.

(Facebook friends, Roanokers, countrymen … lend me some money.)

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The most unintentionally horrifying craft project ever.

Yes.  What you are seeing below is indeed a rug made out of stuffed animals.  Sewn together.  With their stuffing removed.

I am as unsettled as you are — as are no small number of commenters at the craft page on Facebook where this was posted.  My best friend, however, wrote that she “LOVES” it — because she is a terribly misguided soul, despite her brilliance, and we still have a long way to go with her.

To me, this seems like “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” meets the Island of Misfit Toys …

Or maybe … Toy Gory?

Silence of the Lamb Chop?

The kindest joke I can think of is Joseph and the Amazing Teddycolor Dreamcoat — and somehow that is only marginally less creepy.

 

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“Beware the fury of a patient man?”

I’m pretty sure that’s John Dryden, and not a Chinese aphorism.  I learned it years ago when Tom Clancy quoted Dryden at the beginning of one of his novels.  (I can’t remember which — but I think it was one of his revenge-minded tales like “Without Remorse” or “Debt of Honor.”)  Strangely enough, Goodreads has the quote falsely attributed to Clancy himself.

But it works.  Well done, Fortune Cookie People.

The other one I got advised me, “Do not build your happiness on others’ sorrow.”  That sounds like good advice to me — and it’s a bit more high-minded than Dryden’s warning.

 

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Hey, HEY, hey!

One of my friends asked me last night who I would look like if I was black. (The friend who asked is black.)

I told him I was pretty sure I’d be Rog from “What’s Happening.”

He laughed his ass off.  Everyone laughed their asses off.  I could be on to something here.

I’m the white Rog.

 

Ghost Dork.

Yes, I realize that photo filters are nothing new.  But they’re new and amazing to me, because I am old, and I was never quick to catch on to things in the first place.  This is actually my first use of a filter, and I only discovered it by accident because I’m befuddled by the Facebook Messenger app on my cell phone.

I hope you like it.  I’m so glad they had a horror theme instead of just sunglasses and neon kitten ears and stuff.  I even ran into the woods behind my house for the creepiest effect.

 

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All I want for Presidents Day is a qualified one.

I’ll even leave out cookies and milk …