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Mondays Missives
- A headline concerning elderly gentleman getting to be batboy for a pro baseball game: "Batboy is 100 years old." My first thoughts? Batman and Robin are 100, that's not possible is it? Wait, are they being mean to Batman or snide toward Robin?
- "We make dogs into people. America is dog heaven for some dogs"jigga what jigga who
- Don't know why, I like that quote though.
- The above pic. makes me think of a friend who go in some trouble when he hired a plane to take up a bunch of flyers and coupons announcing his new business in Decatur TX. That was at least 25 years ago- need to ask if he still remembers that.
- Saw a lady out shopping when I was looking for books one day who had to be in her late 60s who had a tattoo on one of her outer legs.
- Also saw a woman who had her ear pierced at the top and the ornamental part of her earring between her scalp and back of her ear. It looked kind of cool.
- I hope it was intentional
- I saw a girl once who had the little divit in the front of the ear opening (whatever that's called) pierced- that looked really cool.
- While it can be overdone I like tattoos and piercings on women.
- About a year ago there was a lot of coverage of a very well preserved baby mammoth. A woolly mammoth will be the first prehistoric animal cloned and an elephant will carry the fetus.
- You may not have read that one here first.
- I can't wait though 'til they get the first T-Rex cloned!
- And the smarty pants scientists learn where the dragon legends came from when that thing goes berserk and incinerates everything in sight.
- Probably read that one here first.
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2 comments:
I see you have been thinking....
My dad used to CandyBomb every Easter at their neighborhood. He would fly a neighbor dressed as the EB, about three low passes over a vacant field, dropping a pillowcase load of plastic eggs each pass.
Then, the ground commander would signal all of the kids to start to find the eggs.
By the time the kiddos had scoured the vacant field, the plane had landed and taxied near, and the EB greeted all the kids and did photo ops. In the final year of the tradition, the longtime EB didn't want to do the gig (I don't remember why), so I was pressed into service wearing the fuzzy EB costume.
The neighborhood stopped the tradition the following year due to encroaching development near the airpark and concerns for the litigious nature of modern society.
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