Words, Words, Words

In my experience, it's more like Be Silly & Get Looks.

But be silly anyway.

Not So Stormy Weather

Although I woke up to a frozen smattering of snow today it was pretty skimpy and no kind of open floor plan can help with the lack of sun. Although this murky weather is better than one of those Illinois tornadoes, I'm hoping that something breaks up this streak of gloom.

Not More Hay Bales

Yes, more hay bales.

I am the god of cold weather and cloudy skies. I eat your tiny flurries for breakfast and belch them out by lunch. Your ground shall remain green with ugly brown spots and windblown litter until my head blows off or birds steal my beard.

Home Grown

Although the last few months have been a Lifetime movie directed by Iwin Allen co-opted by Michael Bay with a Roger Corman budget, November did have one high note.

The midterm elections were a sunny blue in Wisconsin (Governor, US Senate, Attorney General, Secretary of State) and emphatically green in 16 counties.
Let's hear it for those incredibly high numbers. Hip hip hoo—cough—ray.

Hay There (If You Knew What Was Good For You You'd Keep On Walking)

It's so cold I stood in the meat locker to warm up.
If you shook me you'd get a milkshake.
If you tipped me I'd be lean beef.
If I got off this platform I'd be ground beef.
Hey, wait, did you hear the one about the cow who grazed in the weed patch? The steaks have never been so high.

Their act could use a couple horns.

Am I keeping you up, I know it's pasture bedtime.

My herd has a great sense of humor so we're considered a laughing stock.

Mostly and shamelessly taken from Cow Jokes

You Can't Dance Among The Cheese

This guy is just showing off tuning up with gloves on. Not being able to tune my violin without breaking strings or getting the dreaded string slack after fiddling (yup) endlessly with the stupid pegs even if you put rosin on them why oh why would it never work for me the horror—was the real reason I quit playing as a kid. That plus the battered case was forever spilling the thing into the aisles of the Park Sreet bus.

Ach, it sits in the upstairs closet and like Charlie Brown and the football, I keep trying to tune it with the same result every time.

Swingin' Into Heaven

I wasn't thinking of Louis Prima but why not? Swing, Hulk or drive through those pearly gates my friend, our imaginations thank you.

Stan Lee

1922-2018

Swing on.

Nowhere Radio

I was Looking for voices on a cloudy day amidst this outdoor artwork by David Sanchez Burr. Locals record their stories on the white platform which broadcasts (along with sound art ) over solar receivers attached to weather balloons. Listen closely, do you hear "decay as necessary for sociopolitical change" or weird music?

Sniff, sniff, I smell hippies

Magic Bus

I thought black and white might make this busy bus easier to sort out the way black and white is supposed to make comedy funnier. But cutting out the distractions of color like that nacho sign my gawd doesn't that sound good right now delicately spiced hot cheese lusciously poured over a pile of fresh crispy chips—doesn't seem to help. I want to run to that food stand with my mouth open and get everything.

I want it I want it I want it I want it

You cannnn't have it

Hey, Dragon

This is the dragon guarding the marshmallows from the last post. He also goes by Stop #22.

Two more ingredients and I can make s'mores

Right on cue

Marshmallow Hay Bales

Walking on marshmallows on a cloudy day.