It therefore occurs to me that newer readers might not know all the individuals/subjects/rants that I commonly
|Okay, this isn't a picture of me.|
I've never actually owned a fur
|Still isn't me. It's HIM in a rare|
moment where he's communing
with beer and a balloon under
his t-shirt. No, that beer
doesn't make your butt look big.
|Yeah, not me again. But it could be me. I think I look|
like this first thing in the morning.
The Attack of Alligator Girl and the Zombie Kids, which if you don't read, you're really missing out. That was followed by The Return of Alligator Girl, which for a sequel was pretty darn good. Occasionally she tells me something messed up like her rationalization for the formation of the universe. Or my personal favorite of how mountains are really formed. (Giant space mosquitoes came down and stung the earth. Pretty cool, huh?) I don't like to pick on her much because I'm afraid she'll grow up, read all the old blogs, and decides she hates me. (Funny how that doesn't matter with HIM, doctors, or contractors, huh?)
|One of my favorite pictures of Mellow.|
So thusly you get the idea and most of you will be caught up and in the know.
|Yes, this is me. In a cave hiding behind|
Come back next week. Same bat time, same bat channel. (Or possibly a few days either way.)