Donald Trump’s month old blog scrubbed from internet – news

well I don’t have much going for me but I’ve managed to keep a blog running almost two hundred times longer than Donald Jerkwaddle Trump


And on a completely different subject, every time Disney does something really repellent, especially around gay people, I snark my ass off, because I have a bunch of hellagay friends who come within a c-hair of worshipping Disney and it’s just… so….wrong, but if I say something I’m peeing on someone’s fandom, etc so here’s me not making an ass of myself on social media but the five people who read this blog KNOW WHAT I THINK

a possible tombstone

AW, RIGHT I actually am being fried (CREMATED) for my deathday, so nope, but here ya go anyway.


Jeff took me to Micky D’s this morning; ahhhhh coffee.

Now on deathwatch for Prince Phillip.

Happy belated birthday Tammy!

Letter off to Dave D this morning.

Lots more work on Bih-bah. Doot errungk! = no problem (literally: no blockage)

early catbus design – a Scythian king’s armrest.

nekobus! :) | Studio ghibli tattoo, Cat bus totoro, Totoro art



I am having a lazy day

I managed to a tiny bit of writing on UPSUN, I am attempting to work on the scene where Jesse moves in with Slider.

Lots of practicing today, mallet work among other things. Brief trek to London Drugs, we have a new toaster, huzzah. There was a moose mask… I bought it. I was hoping to go to the bank, but yelling broke out in the line up so I scooted back to the car.

Spoke to Peggy briefly. She hopes Tom will perk up in hospital, it wasn’t happening at home. She’s had a chance to social distance interact with grandkids so that always helps.

I love this so I decided to try to leave a link


Earthquake Tourists

Earthquake Tourists (animated film idea) (mOm I already sent this to you so if it seems familiar that’s why)


Fyza is the orang

Safeer is the bonobo

Millie is the gorilla

Freed by an earthquake, they leave the botanical garden they temporarily live in as they await transfer to a new national park in the tropics. Fyza will be freed – the other two will be in a permanent display with a large enclosure, but they’ll still be locked up, which we learn as the camera pans over a notice tacked next to the glass of their shared enclosure.

They wander through the apocalypse, calmly sitting down to denude a copse of fig trees and fill themselves at a pond at the beginning of the film so they are neither starving nor thirsty for the in-city action. Also, sadly, this fills their digestive tracts with nasty shit quite literally since they gorge to calm themselves. (During the course of the movie all three of them take memorably timed and placed shits.) Safeer eats the least, being freaked out by the smoke and fire and noise and humans, the other two go to town and just don’t pay attention to anything else.

They smell another ape “Binky”, and find that a banker has an illegal menagerie in his house, which he has abandoned. Fyza, who carries a piece of metal in her mouth for the duration of the movie – which she uses for many other purposes – frees the young male chimp, who becomes hostile and leaves. Safeer thinks of going with but reconsiders. There is then a comic scene of animal on animal liberation, resulting in the crushing and death of one of the lizards, which Safeer mourns, then eats. Safeer wants to stay put because there’s a food supply and she and Fyza have a shrieking fight. Finally Fyza stuffs a backpack full of primate chow and hands it to Safeer and leaves. Safeer thinks about it and follows, dragging the packsack, to comic effect (a stray dog, freaked out and whining for its family, benefits from the chow bouncing down out of the smoke). The three continue until they reach the Golden Gate bridge. A fantastical and death defying climbing sequence follows and finally Fyza sees the patch of green she thinks will be the safest place to go, and climbs down to lead her friends there. She kisses the bridge as she gets off it repeatedly and to great comic effect.

They make their way with other adventures (they help a broke family get diapers, they stop two assaults) to the green patch of ground where they are tranquilized and put small cages, and finally flown to their final destinations. The last thing you see of that scene is Fyza transferring the piece of metal into Millie’s unconscious mouth.

Two months later in Papua New Guinea, Fyza comes back to rescue her friends, and the two of them slip off into the jungle with their leader. Fyza gets her piece of metal back from Millie, who makes quite a show of how happy she is to be rid of it. The last thing you see is Fyza teaching her pals how to get at the best bits of a fruit.

New victims

Poor Margot. We’ve locked the cat door and Keith and Paul let her out last night not knowing she wasn’t going to get back in again until I got up around 5:30 (a good night’s sleep).

I have discovered that I am a lot more sentimental than I thought.  Keith got me a Mother’s Day card, which would have been sufficient, but also a gift card.  I burst into tears.  It’s just so nice to be loved.

Then we exposed them to Rick and Morty. NEW VICTIMS.

I am full of plans about what I’ll do when I’m off work again.  I do feel a lot more confident about the job hunt; I was doing things wrong and I admit that now, so it will go better.  I have a lovely new resume which should help, and I’ll be tailoring it a lot more.  It’s true, the bots looking through resumes don’t give a shit about me, and the po faced mental midgets who sort through them after the bots have done their jobs can’t assemble a sentence without turning into bleating morons.  However, it’s a game, it has rules, and I can’t win if I don’t play by the rules.  The rest of this paragraph has been erased on the strenuous and plaintive request of counsel.

On my list of things to do is a concert at Wreck Beach.  Don’t feel bad if you’re not invited.

Pancakes are cooked….

Now that I have a lovely feeling of accomplishment (which should have a side of emptying the dishwasher, but all things in time), a little bloggin’.

Adorable stop motion animation.

No link YET but there’s a hunt on the internet right now for the Imperial March played on a banjo.  Lots of Star Wars THEMES on banjo, but no Imperial March.

HERE THEY COME2 The final version of this zombie tune is a long long way away and candidly the vocals are not my best, but it’s fun to play with, and this excerpt is mercifully brief.

busy tizzy

1.  Paul and kids over to watch latest True Blood.  Since I knew they were coming I went to Choices and got delicious om-nom-noms for them, like fresh bread and Dijon turkey and Avalon chocolate milk, which still comes in a glass bottle and is the best commercial chocolate milk in the known universe.  Even Paul had some and he stopped drinking cow’s milk years ago.  Damn, it’s fine!  Also edamame salad and fresh veg.

2.  Leo and Linda coming tonight…. can’t wait for them to meet kitties.

3.  Jeff biked to and from work yesterday… go Jeff. The last three 3 k involve about three hundred feet of elevation, so he was rather warm by the time he got back.  I took one look at him and asked him if he wanted some water.

4.  At church meeting last night (Nominating committee, my house) we had fun and got shiz done.  I was so happy to see everybody.  Now I have more work to do, even though an item came off my list!

5.  I’ll be doing a bed and breakfast thing in Bellingham in September but I don’t know which weekend.  I’ll be taking Katie for some CBS.  (Cross border shopping).  Clothing for women my size is more easily obtained Stateside.

6.  I’m helping train somebody at work, and as a consequence my house-fly strength attention span is even MORE truncated.  I’d like to thank her family for raising somebody so smart.  And she takes kick boxing classes, too.

7.  Keith was too – I don’t know – to check flickr for pictures of Animé Evolution, and when he said he didn’t know where pictures would be, I said, “You’re daft, check the flickrstream.”  Gosh all whacky, am I the only person in the world who knows how to use the internet, grump grump.  And there he was, in his costume.  Now I go looking for it and I can’t find it, but suffice it to say Keith made a GREAT Dr. McNinja. Grandparents are warmly encouraged to apply to him directly for photographs.

8.  Dropped by her workplace to see Lady Miss Banjola and inspect her tummy.  Yup, she’s knocked up.  She’s also artistically pale but I think she looks great.

9.  The spicy Thai beef salad yesterday was unbelievably yummy, but the transit time of 8 hours was accompanied by the burnination of a lifetime.  I can no longer eat hot peppers, unless I want multiple lashings of discomfort and abrupt departures from whatever conversation I’m engaged in at the time to flee for the house of ease.  It was worth it, but only just.  Ky can cook.

There’s more but I gotta go.