Last week we lost some pretty familiar if not famous people who entertained us these last fifty or forty years. Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath fame was my first exposure to this thing called heavy metal.
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Tommy’s First Month: A New Beginning in His Forever Home
As I mentioned through the point of view of my parrot, Elsa, Tommy was a bountiful ball of energy and curiosity. He had to check everything out. One month later, he’s still checking everything out.
Unfortunate News
Sunday was probably the worst, though there have been other incidents too. The incident of a father killing his three young daughters, comes to mind. Then two weeks ago on Fathers’ Day. There a motorcyclist was ran into by a man who also tried car jacking another car and shot an Idaho man who had a permit to carry a firearm.
Backward Running Clock, Revisited
The dream returned but different. The dream where Momma doesn’t care if I look into the sun anymore. Momma is but a distant memory. She blew her mind out in a crash; didn’t wake up to avoid the collision.
My Marketing Interview for I Albert Peabody
My loyal readers, I have an interview conducted with Logan Crawford, shown live on Friday June 13, 2025. While I’m not the best participant in this question and answer forum, I’m sure you will get the gist of what the book I Albert Peabody: Confessions of a Serial Killer, is about.
Not Another One!
Elsa here. You know the Amazon parrot master Jerry is so enamored over? Anyway, he did it again. The third time in three years he goes and gets himself a cat! A cat! C-A-T! Crazy right?
Eight Lives Short
One evening Ms. Coyote told her worthless husband, Wile E Coyote, “I’m hungry!” She was pregnant with her tenth litter, due any day now.
“Yes dear, rabbit, quail, or…” He purposefully left it hanging for her to decide.
“Cat, a nice, domesticated cat,” she replied, her opened jaw salivating with craving. “Your babies wants a cat to feed on. They are so tasty.”
Defining Music
At work I do a lot of thinking about the obscure and abstract. Being a janitor and all that allows me that luxury. So I’m absently cleaning one of the restroom I’m responsible for and in the background there are various music genres that play throughout the casino though most of the guests are more than likely to tune out the tunes.
Remembering an Old Friend
Now it’s going on what sixteen years? Anyway, his name was Steve McCollough, and he was my roommate for a number of years back in the early 90s. I lived at his house that was next door to my parents’ place in West Richland. Coincidence?
What Happiness Is
I read a New York Times article that delve into happiness. It’s not just something obscure or esoteric, but something tangible that gives all of us a feeling of importance. But then the question remains, what is happiness?
Jerry Schellhammer 