I had to go to Jackson to cover soccer for work last night, therefore no Halloween partying for me.
During my drive, I did take pleasure in looking for spooks and haunts out scavenging for candy. I made a mental list that included, in order of appearance, an adult scarecrow riding as a passenger, a convict and a skeleton trick or treating together, an uncreepy clown, a sexy pink bunny, a fairy and a monarch butterfly riding with a ghoul who looked a lot like a zombie Uncle Fester, and a cowboy.
However, I did not spot this awesome family of Wild Things riding the subway.
I’m heading out to the lake to go fishing for the first time in about a kajillion years with Newscoma and another great friend Trudy. Trudy will be our official lake guide as we seek out water beasts worthy of a Monsterquest episode.
My guess is that my fishy dinner, if it’s based on my outdoor skills, will likely come from under the Golden Arches.
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And here’s a reminder that I’ve posted about little fishies before.
I know I got going on my Fourth of July celebration a little early with the PES Fireworks video I posted yesterday, but there is plenty of Independence Day spirit to go around.
Here’s another video to get you in the holiday spirit (with kitty goodness included).
He gave me the heads up (thanks David) and left a link on my About Page (which I highly recommend that everyone should read so they know all the pertinent info on why I tick the way I do).
David’s link directed me to one of those uncommon freaks of nature - a five-legged lamb.
The Australian sheep has a small leg dangling from the back of its neck that should remind Newscoma of one of her all-time favorite bad movies Basket Case.
Not only does it have an extra leg, its extra leg has an extra hoof. That’s right. One sheep = five legs, six feet.
The wooly one appears to be doing fine and is just another sheep in its flock.
In Tasmania, crop circles have been puzzling farmers and government agents.
The answer to the mystery has been revealed.
It’s a case of “high as a kite” wallabies getting into government-owned fields of opium poppies, munching on the plants until they get hopped up and then wandering around in circles like the last few partiers at a rave in 2002 trampling the plants that end up in their way.
These drug-fiend marsupials apparently have more of a jones for the opium than Sherlock Holmes without a case to solve.
Tasmania is the world’s largest producer of legally grown opium for the pharmaceutical market.
However, kudos to the producers for bringing together two 80s icons – Deborah Gibson and Lorenzo Lamas – who are trying to carry this off with apparently straight faces.