Category: Animal Spirits
Extended CLICK5… CLICKB8: Seal the Deal?
CLICK5: Cry Havoc…
Missive From ‘Merica: No.85 Part 6 – Eat Your Trifle
*Hmm… yellowy, aquary, blue… Good choice, Clicky!*
Leggy has a fabulous overnight rant over at Underdogs Bite Upward, Dear Reader…
*I wonder if Djinn isn’t gine, as in Engine, Clicky… /ponders…*
… And this advert popped up for me this morning. I posted it over on MEROVEE last week. It’s very funny…
Onward with Part 6 of this 85th missive from Cade, The Okie Devil of Text Us…
That’s prolly not gonna go down well.
I wonder if it can come back up?
That video/image might just be viral in ways we’d not previously considered.
^2. I MONSTER – Daydream In Blue^
I know that some believe that “illness” is something that is specific to humans. I can understand medicines and healers and apothecary and alchemy and all that jazz. What I cannot understand, is killing something for someone who may not need it. Yeah…I’m kinda thinking shark fins here, and the belief(s) that eating it pretty much can potentially cure all ills. Sure cured all of the shark’s ills, eh?
Man, I just went head to head with every living person on Earth/Terra there didn’t I? Our own self-value and self-worth, and when that self-value and/or or worth is worth more than me, all because I might be so bold as to question your need to ingest Muskrat lungs daily to cure your acne issues. How many Muskrats are you willing to eliminate in order to cure your ills? What are you gonna do if the Muskrat goes extinct before your acne issues do?
Just wondering where these “trust issues” originate. Well, maybe I’m not wondering so specifically as to where they originate, as much as I am seeing where they wind up, and kinda tracing it and them backwards and forwards from there. I mean…we trust Mother Earth to provide us with those Muskrat lungs…right? We trust the people that told us that Muskrat lungs was the very thing we were looking for…right?
Me? I just have trouble thinking that I need a Muskrat’s lungs more than they do.
There. I set a trap for myself.
Q: I wonder who will fall into it?
A: I'll keep you posted.
Would you like updates sent directly to your cellphone to keep you updated?
Or would you prefer email?
^Monster – Planet Jazz 1995^
Yeah…I think I’ve something to offer.
It’s strange tho.
Whatever that is that I might have to offer?
I don’t get to choose what that is.
Or am I being too specific?
I have it, or I don’t.
They want it, or they don’t.
^Mt Eden Dubstep – Still Alive^
*Mr Creosote meets Inception… Yikes, Clicky! I can see how that could turn into a very bad jeam…*
The seventh installment is raring to go, Dear Reader, so whilst Clicky and I get on with that, please doo have a Song 😉
Norman’s Full House
A shambolic post about books, Dear Reader, inspired by the passing of a man called Barry, best known for his love of films…
*Fucking hell, Clicky, how did you find that? I remember watching that interview on telly at the time…*
*No fucking way! That advert was shown every time I went to the pictures…*
… And conversations last night with Leggy and Cade…
I discovered my Native American animal is Stag, Dear Reader…
Hugo’s a beaver apparently…
*’Cultish’ is incredibly offensive, Clicky… Funny as FUCK but liable to give those with a weak constitution an attack of the vapers…*
Leggy has now published Longrider’s anthology of short stories, Blackjack… And what a stunning collection of tales it is…
*I offer him copy editing services for free, Clicky… That way I get to read the stories for free… It’s a kinda win/win situation…*
Whilst the publisher provided the front cover, the author supplied the artwork for the back…
While a count of 17 is a good hand, the player may wish to draw for a higher total.
Three of Blackjack’s stories appeared in The Underdog Anthology...
… Along with Hugo’s story Jesus Saves…
*I hope he publishes it at The Probe, Clicky… I think a lot of people will want to read ‘Cultish’ after that…*
*Ah, I can’t make him listen to me, Clicky… I can’t make anyone do any fing…*
Anyhoo, Leggy has now managed to publish a book a month since Christmas. Well done him! And I really hope he’ll publish one of his own stories in July…
*Knot at all, Clicky, it’s ready… He let me read it… /lights up and exhales… It’s been ready for fucking ages…*
Of course a ‘full house’ isn’t a term in blackjack, but it is one in poke ‘er…
*I guess my shambles can be a bit gaga, Clicky… /bites lip… Oh well, shall we finish up and have a Song?*