What wine goes with peanut butter?
Tonight I have rediscovered the joys of peanut butter spread on still warm multi-grain toast. That with a glass of pinot noir made for dinner that will send me to bed happy.
Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
What a terrible thought.
Apparently, science can now clone Kitten from Hell. I could have a little army of KfH’s running rampant through the apartment. I strongly suspect that their destructive capacity would increase logarithmically rather than arithmetically with the addition of each new KfH. Rainbow, the biological “mother” with cc (carbon copy), her clone Notice how pudgy cc…
An answer for Channing.
Channing: Biological mom and kitten-clone are calico cats. Calico cats’ fur colors are only partly governed by genes. Part of it has to do with how certain genes interact with each other, and part has to do with conditions that the little kitten fetus grows under. An easier example: did you ever know any identical…
A final poem for the week.
╞═════○═════╡ Magnetic Poetry Creation for Friday if a word is only wind when an idea is nothing but cloud then no meaning blooms here for the air itself is broken into a thousand whys that the breeze can never heal ╞═════○═════╡
Today’s WhizBang! update.
I’ve received no response from WhizBang yet. What a surprise. Yesterday, however, the number of visits from WhizBang abruptly dropped to zero. I find that interesting, but it proves nothing. Based on comments many of you left for me yesterday, I decided to shoot out a follow-up e-mail to our snoopy friends this morning: From…
No KfH stories today.
There was no Valentine’s dinner last night. When I got home, The Professor was asleep in bed. I woke him up to let him know I was home (per standing orders that I shouldn’t be afraid to wake him up to let him know I’m back/going out) and he said he’d be getting up shortly….
WhizBang … as my jaw hits the floor ….
These blaggards have just ruined all my anticipated fun. There is no way in hell I ever anticipated a response from them. I was looking forward to emailing them daily, with the missives getting progressively more off-the-wall and tongue-in-cheek. I was going to eventually collect them all, create a book, sell it to a top-line…
The Egg Dance
Because I was inspired, an extra for a certain Valentine’s Day couple: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ two happy hearts make secret joy music the flowers rock to a symphony of love dance egg dance ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥