Star-Spangled Socks

Indeed, today there was outdoor eating, explosives things launched skyward, and a nigh-obligatory pair of red, white, and blue socks patterned after Old Glory. And, somehow, we managed all of that without anyone starting a second Civil War. Happy Independence Day, America! I hope nobody set the place on fire.

American Mutt, First In A Series

On the eve of the all-American holiday, I give you the all-American dog begging for attention between a pair of all-American socks. I'll warn you now, this could be a pattern over the next few days. Also, yes, of course he got said attention. 😄

Nothing Remained But A Heap of Ashy, Sulfurous Paper Bits And The Aftertaste of Sausage

Welcome back to the real world. The Matrix has belched us all out again, and thus the Song of the EveryDay—a hymn of low, mournful tones—fills the air as those of us in the USA look past our weekend of summertime revelry. Time to set aside those incendiary devices for another year and we can … Continue reading Nothing Remained But A Heap of Ashy, Sulfurous Paper Bits And The Aftertaste of Sausage