Source Of Humor

Cleek's gone and pointed the way to larfs and more larfs involving cats and their little ways.

As you can imagine, a lot of these pictures derive their value from twisted anthropomorphism. Photographer is unusually skilled at catching cats in th' midst of those little freak-out things that they do and then run away from in self-digust.

Check it. BOOYAKASHA.

Seriously Compelling Blog Alert

Yeah, Milo Freeman has posted here and at Ned's place in recent days and as I'm wont to do with a new visitor who doesn't have "hate" or "death" or "Limbaugh" in his tag, and who doesn't wish all manner of pestilence upon me, I was off to see from whence th' polysyllabisms origificated. Obviously a Catch-22 fan.

Turns out Milo's in th' Suck, to borrow from the parlance of an earlier, easier adventure, my peaceloving friends. And he's reminding me a lot of an early, good Hemingway character with his intellect and his well-consideredness and his romance. He's going to change the way you feel about the modern soldier. Maybe even th' modern 20-something. He's also a poet. Let's all give him our business.

Go check him out. He's something else. Keep your head down, Spc. Freeman. We want and need you back when this shit is ironed out. Someday.

The Score: 12.24.06, 3 AM

Deer: 1















Lightfoot: 2







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