I feel this way a lot

“He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.”
– Stephen Leacock

“Years ago, it meant something to be crazy. Now everyone’s crazy.”
– Charles Manson

It’s Thursday!

I have no idea why I should be excited about that, but I don’t mind pretending.

Yes, it’s Thursday!  Let’s dance and eat cheeseburgers and try on pretty new outfits!  Let’s write bizarre limericks and read them to complete strangers we meet on the street!

It’s Thursday!

Start getting excited!

Go on, get started without me.  Actually, I think I’ll just go have a nap instead.

A few words about where I live

I live out in the country, barely two miles from a very small village. The village is so small that it does not have a McDonalds. In fact, it doesn’t have any fast food places, except for a Subway that’s built into the Shell station. We have exactly one grocery store. There are NO traffic lights.
Plus, there are a lot of Amish folks in the surrounding area, so it’s not at all unusual to see horse-drawn buggies going down the road. At least one buggy passes by my house every day.
There are lots of deer and possums and raccoons and woodchucks, and just about any other woodland creature you can think of. Think of Bambi. We even have skunks and rabbits.

It’s quite a place to live, despite being a tad backward at times. Sometimes I feel like I’ve stumbled into an episode of Green Acres.

A few automotive memories

The very first car I ever owned was a silver 1976 AMC Concord. I remember the way you switched to bright headlights was to push a button on the floor with your foot.

Those were the days when gas was cheap. I could fill my tank for under ten bucks.

When I was in college I had an ugly grayish-brown Chevette. I remember being able to fill that tank for eight dollars once.

It seems inconceivable now, with current gas prices being over $3.60 per gallon for the lowest grade.

Keeping an eye on you

Here is a lovely picture of my eye for you to enjoy.

Was it everything you hoped it would be?

If you’re really nice to me I’ll post the other eye sometime.

Feel the suspense!

For all you know, the other eye might be green! Or red!

Eyebrows

I wonder what purpose eyebrows serve.

Unless it’s to keep us from looking perpetually surprised. Have you ever seen someone who shaved off their eyebrows? They look like someone has snuck up behind them and goosed them with a pineapple. It’s freaky.

Eyebrows, on the other hand, allow you to try to hide your surprise when something like that happens.

Feline hygiene

I love cats. I’m definitely a cat person. Lemme just start off by saying that.

However, it always makes me a little uneasy to see my cats laying there with one hind leg in the air, fastidiously licking their nether-regions. And then they lick the rest of themselves– as if that will make them cleaner.

I fail to see the logic there. If you wipe your butt with something, (tongue or otherwise), and then proceed to wipe down the rest of your body with that same object, are you really going to be cleaner afterward?

Intoxicating Spam

I keep getting a whole bunch of e-mail spam messages that ask me to buy a case of “fine international wine”.

Am I on a mailing list for people who buy alcohol by the case?  Do I have an Internet reputation as “Janna the booze-hound”?  Is there a doppleganger of me, hitting the party scene every night, snarfing up wine with a straw the size of a garden hose?

You can tell that I am NOT a wine connoisseur, since I just made a reference to drinking wine through a straw.

I love this quote

“This is who I am today.
Don’t get too attached to it. I may truly be somebody else tomorrow.”
–Keith Hamilton Cobb

Keith Hamilton Cobb is the actor who played Tyr Anasazi on the Science Fiction program Andromeda.  I liked him.  He was intriguing, tough, and wise.  In that respect he reminded me of Worf from the Star Trek series.

Joke for today

A lady from Chicago was visiting New York City. Her hostess was determined to make the Midwesterner feel cheap and unimportant.

“My dear,” said the New York matron snobbishly, “here in the East we think breeding is everything.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the lady from the Midwest replied. “Out where I come from we think it’s fun, too, but we try to have a few outside interests as well.”