A Lark of an Owl

Look! An owl.
Hello there.  Nice to see you.
I thought you guys only came
out at night.

Mind your own business, snoopy.

Fine, pal.  Be that way.
I found a dead vole this morning.
It's still fresh.  I won't tell you where it is. 

I'm gonna hide that vole.
  When it gets ripe, I'll roll on it. 

Stuff that's Happened Lately

The mower sits as dormant as the grass.

The rain barrels have long been empty.  The squash plants are wilted.

  Finally.  A glimmer of moist hope.

Meanwhile, the humming birds are unconcerned for sugar water is not rain dependent.

There was an incident in the night a few weeks ago.  The power went out and the top of the electric power pole was on fire.  While guys in a firetruck watched, utility workers put the fire out and restored power.  Then a couple days ago, power men in multiple trucks appeared.  They cut off the charred part of the old pole and put a nice new pole next to it.   They added more lines for "communication".

Communication with what or with whom has not been explained.  What we need is a little irrigation to cultivate a suitable conspiracy theory.

It's that Time Again

Here is our annual It's Hot Enough for Malcom to be Outside picture.

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 69

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  Our question involves a sales savvy Canadian who rented a booth at a Vancouver festival.  Determined to get in on the super food scam, er, trend, he  invented his own power water to offer festival attendees.

What kind of water did he sell to the fancy folk for 38 bucks a pop?
Fluffy?

Pomegrante water?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  That is so yesterday's super food.
Molly?

Bird bath water?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Cyndi?

Broccoli sprout water?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  You guys aren't going to get this without a hint.  Consider other edible things that are offered at fairs.  Then consider how the water that accompanies these items might be marketed as the latest health craze.  Put on your entrepreurial thinking cap.
Bryan?

Beer backwash water.

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  You're thinking like a vulgar hick.  You must think like a marketing genius.
Molly?

Elephant ear water?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Bryan?

Hot dog water?

Hostmaster:  correct.

That's not fair.  You gave hints and

 he got an extra chance.

Hostmaster:  alert the media! Ms. Broccoli Water has discovered that Pop Culture Frenzy isn't fair!

In case you forgot Cyndi, Bryan is on your team.  

Tell you what, if it'll ease your sense of justice, 

feel free to renounce your point for this round.      

Forget it.  Justice schmustice.  

All decisions rendered by the Hostmaster are final

 and not subject to review.   This round is over.

Round 69
Fuffy/Molly   34
Bryan/Cyndi  32





Read about the master salesman here.

July 4, 2018

   

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 

-Thomas Jefferson

A Rare Sighting

In the nearly four years that we've been here at the rural homestead, we've never seen a pigeon.  That changed the other day,  when this dandy appeared.

He hung out on the garage roof for a short time then vanished.

What do you suppose was on his mind?   Recalibrating his homing, perhaps?