Posting before anything’s certain, because I have work to do. Let’s just say I see good and bada ahead! There will be challenges, but there will also be opportunities. There will be dark nights and bright mornings, but together, we must realize that we can set aside our differences and find the things that truly bind us together.
Like beer and cigars.
Interesting how the elephant's smoking a stogie, and the donkey's smoking a nail.
Danged strange dog. I came home from grocery shopping; he sniffed the bags, which were BURSTING WITH MEAT, then went to the dining room and laid down on the carpet to await the opening of the outside door. I had some pouches of sample food they’d handed out at the store, so I went over, knelt down, and tore one open.Danged strange dog. I came home from grocery shopping; he sniffed the bags, which were BURSTING WITH MEAT, then went to the dining room and laid down on the carpet to await the opening of the outside door. I had some pouches of sample food they’d handed out at the store, so I went over, knelt down, and tore one open.
He stood, alarmed; he bolted. He went to the next room. When I entered that room he went to another room. When I followed him he ran to the sofa in the sun porch then jumped up then jumped down then went to the back door.
This was not exactly a good ad for the product.
I was putting away some salami, and held out a piece. He ran away.
Let me repeat that: I offered the dog salami, and he ran away.
We went outside, and he stayed on the far perimeter of the yard, looking at me nervously, pacing back and forth. You’d think I beat him. You’d think the last time I gave him something it was nothing but pepper. It was as if I’d woken him from the best dream of eating everything in the house, and he was consumed with fear that it was real and he was in the bad place, or . . . what? Had the packet triggered some memory of something?
It took a long time for him to calm down, and the only way I could approach him was to show I had no food in my hand. I let him have lunch from his bowl, and after he was sure I wasn’t going to stand there and wave steak at him, he ate it. So he wasn’t sick.
He sat in the grass for a long time, and after a while I went to give him some scratches and pets, and he put his paw on my arm and looked up at me in his silent way.
Dog emotions. I have no idea what any of that was all about.
This grouping, of course, is all about the tots:
If you squint, you can make out the brand of the clock - but only if you know your clock brands, and their logos.
The brand is owned by ADM now. Historical pages for Clinton show the old mill, but don't go planning any trip to see what's left of the company.
Uusual serial rules are suspended until the first of the new year.
Note: there really aren't any usual serial rules.
Save one: we skip through Westerns at a brisk pace, concentrating on the skill of the cliffhanger. This one's too faded and blurry to follow closely, but it has some merits. It's Red Ryder, and let's go to . . .
There's something new. It was a long, long time since we did this one, but you'll pick it right up. Promise. Remember? Our hero triggered a trap drawer, everyone shot guns into the hole and said "got him now."
Study this for the pace of its editing: it's quite modern.
That's quite sprightly. Well, then some other stuff happens, and more stuff, and the name of the episode is played out - in fact the entire genre's name is right here, for you to see:
. . . and it's still stuck with "Leap of Death" at the end. And once again, wasn't that a Leap of Death? How many will we have?
Lots, because there aren't any death rays or spaceships.
Let's go to the next one. Assume he didn't fall, and you'd be right. As you know, fights in serials must be conducted with hats - on. In this case we have large hats worn in violent circumstances on a swiftly moving vehicle, and I think you'll agree: this may set a standard.