I'm in a big tussle with Blogger. I can't get my comments to look different from visitors' comments, like back on Penniwig's. Wah! And it's the same template! What gives? Fighting with pixels and bytes is just no fair. Show yerselves, ye cowards! Come out here and fight fair with this ol' gal!
Now some of ye know that I had a maniac on the card aisle the other day, a bad guy. Pushing against me. Now, today, there was another horrible person, going fer the front end, so to speak. I am going to start carrying my Pocket Flail. Maybe brass knuckles. I don't know.
Musings:I miss the old-timey notion of having autograph books. When I was young, I had one, a gift from my only friend. Painfully shy, I eventually began taking it with me on my treks around New Orleans, and, in a burst of awkward courage, would sometimes ask folks to sign it. Here are a few of the verses written in it, circa 1968:
Holly had a little car,
That little car was red.
And everywhere that Holly went,
The cops picked up the dead.
When you get old,
And all out of shape,
Of course, this old chestnut:
I thought, I thought, I thought in vain.
I thought until I wrecked my brain.
And then I though, "I'll sign my name."
One of my favorites:
You ask me to write -
What will it be?
Two little words:
There's loads more. I love 'em.
Vintage Postcard Image Freebie:Here's a pretty postcard to git yrselves in the mood for Easter! Mr. Rabbit looks rather distinguished, a bit elven if ye ask me.
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