Friday, July 4, 2025

FIVE SECOND STORIES

7/1-June came in with another below average rainfall month, continuing the trend for 2025 with the only exception of April with +.09". According to the MI.gov drought monitor map, we are on the edge of "abnormally dry" conditions. They point out that these maps depict broad-scale conditions-local conditions may vary. When I was mowing, I noticed that our crab apple tree (aka Mrs. Krabappel) had a circle of dried, dropped leaves under her. She got a nice 45 minute drink. My butterfly bushes and hyssop have suffered as well-unusual for this time of year and I have been watering them as well.

7/2-it was pizza night at the Diner and MamaC enjoyed a slice:

Mmmm, Hungry Howies with pepperoni 

 A BigTail with a beautiful russet tail:

One of the Bun Bros enjoying the clover between the pool and the deck. We love his white eyeliner:

One morning, he was there as I walked on the deck to turn on the pool pump. He paid me no mind as I quietly moved towards the callas but hopped away the minute my feet touched the grass. 

Buddy being extra cute with his tawny belly matching the deck wood, turning his head upside down "chinning" showing his white chin:

Sky paradolia with a dancing elephant: 

7/3-we got a nice rain shower that popped up out of the blue. It got stuff nice and wet while dropping the temps during supper.

Out front with our No Kings sign:

The sun broke out while still raining:



First sighting of a Monarch butterfly!

Former Girl Scout C made vegan smores on the stove. Chester approves! 

 

7/4-perhaps our last 4th as a free, democratic republic. 

The daylilies around the bird bath have begun to bloom:

Bad Bunnies: they attacked and pushed over Cyril and Michal and nipped down the morning glories. Sheesh, what do they have against gnomes? Or is it because they are immigrant gnomes? MAGA bunnies-who knew?

 

Sigh, I've been using anti-bunny spray but then we've had all these brief showers. 

Our polite cat:

In the evening, if supper is delayed because it's a Fresh Can Evening, Buddy is quite understanding. When I appear to be taking more time than usual, he will give me a strong tail rub and go over to his feeding tray and have a kibble appetizer while he waits. The main course arrives shortly.

Mother/Son kerfuffle:

While standing in the pool, we witnessed a squabble between MamaC and one of her silverback children-we think it's a teenaged son. As we are chatting in the shade, we heard a squeal and a suddenly flurry of motion: MamaC, wielding the proverbial rolling pin and squealing, chased her son out of the apartment's porches to the honeysuckle, he executed a quick 180° pivot towards the brushpile and both disappeared down the lane between it and the shed.

According to research, in Chuck culture the younguns leave home in early summer and I reckon this guy will soon be packing his bags. There's still the runt who still stays close to Mama-who knows when it will leave-hopefully soon.

Later, MamaC was at the Diner eating some bread. Upon finishing, she began to hoover the grass, something we see her do everyday. But from my angle of vision, which was seeing her coming head-on, I got a better idea of what she was eating: clover heads.

Mmmmm, clover

 

The evolution of the ketchup bottle: 

As poet Ogden Nash observed in his poem The Catsup Bottle:

First a little
Then a lottle 

 (the unspoken part: The mutherfucking catsup bottle) 

Old school ketchup bottles were a major PIA. Here is the evolution of the Heinz bottles:


From the Heinz website: the breakthrough came in 2002 with 
the introduction of the ‘upside-down bottle,’ a stroke of genius to address the age-old gravity-related dilemmas. Innovator Paul Brown introduced the silicone dome valve, a mechanism that allowed bottles to be stored upside down, thereby eliminating any ketchup wastage.

It also dramatically reduced incidents of adult expletives at the dinner table (in front of the children) out of frustration with ketchup bottles. 

Fun Vids:

Ohio waterspout: 

 

A curious collection of flying machines:


 Draco Lizards or dragons from SE Asia/India:

 

Hilarious AI Bigfoot vlog:


From a different creator, Bigfoot and Yeti hang out:


And now, to our reality:

FUBARland 

The Roach got his OBBB passed through both houses of Congress as all but a handful of RINOs caved and gave him what he wanted to celebrate a big, beautiful 4th. It's reported that the stupid fucker doesn't even know half what's in the bill-members of congress know probably less. A good example of what the 2025 crew hoped would happen when they supported Roach for president-a chaotic, idiotic vehicle to push their retrogressive and reactionary agenda.  

The timeline of the bill is curious: tax cuts for the oligarchs asap but waiting until 2028 for the Medicaid pain to begin. 

Perhaps they are waiting to see what kind of pushback they are gonna get in the mid-term elections in 2026, which hopefully will be a bloodbath for the RINOs:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/07/02/us/politics/tax-cuts-benefit-cuts.html 

I received a strange email in the evening of 7/3 supposedly from Social Security with this heading: 

Social Security Applauds Passage of Legislation Providing Historic Tax Relief for Seniors

Weird. But then, DOGE is entrenched in SSA and the new commissioner was appointed by Congress this Spring. Of course he wants to give the Roach some proper kudos as well as helping to sell the obscene OBBB.

I've been reading articles talking how big tits and cleavage are fashionable again especially amongst the Trump crowd. It makes sense-with their push to turn back our culture to the 1950's when Hugh Hefner and Playboy were huge, pun intended.

And yet worldwide, people are pushing back against the wealthy elites and authoritarian governments.

>there were protests against Bezos for using Venice as his private Versailles for his wedding

>massive pride march opening defying Viktor Orban, and his threats of violence in Budapest, Hungary 

> the Dalai Lama aged 89, announced in a public interview concerning his successor, that he would certainly be reincarnating and there was nothing the Chinese government could do about it. Fuck you Xi. 

>in Roubaix, France, a city with one of France's largest migrant populations, a new mural by Dutch artist Judith de Leeuw: Lady Liberty covering her face in shame:


 

Sunday, June 29, 2025

FIVE SECOND STORIES

6/26-it's been roastytoasty out there with high humidity and temps in the 90's. And, lots of thunderstorms with the atmosphere being so juicy. Of course, they all seem to miss us. One aspect not only here but across the Eastern half of the country, is that because of the heat, the rain has been intense, dropping inches at a time. Flooding is a serious concern.

C out for a quick dip before a storm came-with little rain.

6/27-finally, we got some rain...2.30 am this morning with lots of thunder and a good downpour of .65". Yay! 

The big lilies out front:

In the East Garden: 


MamaC enjoying a crust of bread:

Over at Johnny's with a chuckette-one who tends to stay close to Mum:

Fireflies are here!

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It was Mediterranean buffet night at the Diner-C had cleaned out the Department frig filled with Woody's leftovers. MamaC was right there, snarfelling the tabouli and hummus:

Whisker-lickin' good!

We were surprised she sampled the chicken shawarma-we knew she wasn't totally vegetarian-she eats insects, grubs and snails-but chicken? Maybe it is the spicy seasoning-after all, she devours the snow-on-the-mountain which contains an substance that can cause irritation in humans. 
 

Damn! that's tasty
 

6/28 Summertime! A cold front came through and the day was pleasant with low humidity with temps around 80°. After a dip in the pool, C on the deck catching some final rays and hanging out with Buddy:

Sunshine highlighting the hydrangeas:
 

3 silverback chuckettes and M/M Mourning Dove at the Diner:

 

I had a CAT scan which involved injecting a radioactive isotope into my veins. After the procedure, I was encouraged to drink a lot of fluids in order to pee it outta me and to avoid coming into contact with children and pregnant women. I can confirm that my pee did not glow in the dark.

I am Radioactive Man! 

A couple of cultural references:

Marvel Comics-character Chen Lu

 

The Simpsons-character Claude Kane III 


 

Fun vids: 

A couple of nice AI vids by Kelly Boesch

Jellyfish beings:

 People and Their Pets:

From a security cam in Inner Mongolia documenting sheep freaking out in their pen as a tornado strikes close by-poor creatures:

A 2023 Winter storm in Crystal Beach, Ontario left the beachfront properties wrapped in glaze of ice and snow:

Packaging hacks:


 

 

Music vid from French/Armenian group Ladaniva from 2023 filmed in Armenia when warm weather has arrived. The title Saraiman in Roma culture, refers to the overwhelming feeling of being in love akin to the Portuguese Saudade.


  

FUBARland

Roach, cabinet members and MAGA surrogates publicly attacked the press who questioned how successful the Iran Nuclear facility airstrikes actually were. 

In a typical fit of narcissistic hyperbole, Roach tells the Iranian ayatollah: "I saved your ass (from being bombed)-you owe me!"

Meanwhile, jumping on a comment by the NATO secretary-general about his use of the F-bomb, Roach wants to be referred to as "Daddy" and of course, there's merch already for $27: 

Daddy will reward those who are good,

Daddy will whip with his belt those who are bad.

After all, Daddy knows best.

An ode to MAGA, from The Beatles Hey Bulldog 1969:


Sheepdog
Standing in the rain
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile?

Child-like
No one understands
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me

Yeah hey, oh!
Ho, ho!
Yeah!
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho!

Big man (Yeah)
Walking in the park
Wigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
Hey!

Wahoo woof! Woof!

Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog! 

 




 

 


Monday, June 23, 2025

FIVE SECOND STORIES

6/21-first full day of Summer and it's steamy with temps approaching lo-90's. Warmer tomorrow. 

Mr. Redbird joined M/M Finch at the feeder:

LG keeping an eye on the Avians. An empty peanut butter jar lies in the back, clean as a whistle. He also helped out the recycling by peeling the label. Good lad.
 
The big day lilies out front:

A LongTail splooting on cool cement behind the garage:

One of the coneflowers by the pool was straining against its cloche corset so I removed it and wondered if it would be attacked. The next day, I had my answer:

I reinstalled the cloche.

Surprise! A couple of the new Rose of Sharon are early bloomers!

 
Meet our new residents in the East Garden:
Cyril:
and his younger brother Michal:
They have taken up residence in the morning glories. While there are no garden gnomes in Slovakian folklore, they do have a gnome-like creature called the Permoníci who inhabit and guard mines. I'm invoking this mojo to help out against the hungry critters.
 
Both brothers face East, Cyril with his coffee in a rocking chair-he's retired; Michal carrying a snail and leaf-he's the gardener. Welcome and best of luck!
 
About the names-they are my Eastern European grandfathers-Cyril from Slovakia and Michal from Croatia. 
  
I was weeding in the East Garden and came across wild strawberries: 

 

A painting by Kit Williams-1974-Advancing Ripe Harvest

 


  

6/21-23 Pool days! As usual, the water was chilly but one gets used to it especially while in the sun. The Watergirl, returning to her element, announced how invigorated she felt with the pool dip followed by a nice shower. With the wind, it was comfortable on the deck. Bud was sprawled out-tough having furry PJs in such weather.


He likes going under C's chair-close and shady: 

We had salads for supper and I made non-alcoholic sangria using a n/a version of Triple Sec. Like so many recipe conversions, this mix was so-so compared to the original-the Triple Sec had a funky undertone. However, like sangria, the drink was fruity and refreshing on a hot evening.

 

Our robin Caruso in the early evening flies to various performance houses in the neighborhood to sing. He has started something new when we are having supper: a quieter, lower key, tableside serenade. What a new special feature for our guests at the Diner!

 

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Motz Lake-2023 
 

Her hair was turning tawny from the sun
like the cat's belly
She insists it is only grey, smiling.
 
I gave her a young peony blossom in a small vase
with a kiss
while our robin soloed in the background.
 
The peony on her desk opened, revealing its inner self
a brilliant yellow center 
matching her own radiance. 

Mid Summer, the Watergirl swam in cool water 
on a hot, windy afternoon
all the leaves fluttering against a blue sky.

I had found wild strawberries in the grass and watched her
pluck them out of bowl
Her hair wet, the caftaned Watergirl savored the tart sunshine within. 

 

Meanwhile, somewhere in America...THEY'VE ARRIVED!!


 

In October of 2017, the first confirmed interstellar object was detected passing through the Solar System by an observatory in Hawaii.  It was dubbed Oumuamuameaning in Hawaiian a messenger from afar arriving first. Its elongated shape and lack of tail ruled out that it was some sort of comet. Things really got exciting for scientists as it accelerated after passing the sun causing all sorts of wild speculation, especially amongst UFO fans, who thought this action meant it was an alien spacecraft. Years later, a reasonable explanation was revealed.


 

The Vulcan hand salute, was inspired by a Jewish priestly blessing that Leonard Nimoy witnessed as a kid. 

In Jewish tradition, the Kohanim (priests) perform a blessing over the congregation, extending their hands with fingers spread in a similar manner to the Vulcan salute. The hand position, with the thumb and fingers creating a V-shape, resembles the Hebrew letter Shin (ש) which symbolizes one the names of God-Shaddai-which often translated as Almighty or The Almighty.

 

Civilizations wax and wane-I doubt ours will be any different. A familiar pattern is found in the example of Carthage:


Have you been wondering what critter is hollering in the late afternoon/evening?

https://www.froggyvoice.com/froggyBetaTest/indexReal.html?fbclid=IwAR2TNA8SAjVQ5CTL_3Yx1BYqxkvQHqqRLZEgjIQYHn3UzYs-iGpSlDj5cCc 

We've been wondering about a very loud, high pitched call...and it's our buddy the Copes Grey frog who is about the size of a half-dollar. A big voice for such a little guy!

 

FUBARland: Roach, feeling bummed about his lackluster birthday parade while millions protested his mere existence, humiliated at G7 conference and openly mocked by leaders across the planet, decides to put on a show of strength with BOMBS on Iranian nuclear development facilities.

SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA!

with the best of intentions.

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

The Iranians, their cities under attack by the Israelis and having few pieces of leverage, retaliate by giving the world's monied elite a kick to the kiwis. They reportedly have decided to close down the Strait of Hormuz-which, is the only sea route from the Persian Gulf to the open ocean and 20% of the world's oil transits the waterway.

HELLO $5/gallon gas!

Brilliant!