That’s It. I’m Turning Hermit

If this is an indication of how dumb this world is becoming, I’m glad we’re getting closer to being self-sufficient at our house.  If I could only figure out how to make electricity from horse manure . . . It’s clearly not safe to leave the house anymore.  Not with people like this on the…

Meowch

Last night was quite the adventure.  Skyler, my cat, was on top of the freezer, and I shushed him off of it because, as he well knows, he’s not supposed to be up there.  Exactly why he chose to try and jump through the flypaper strip hanging there, I don’t know, but after he ran…

Once More, Into The Breach

I’ve recently rediscovered that it’s the small things in life that truly bring me joy.  Such as the ability to breathe through both nostrils.  I spent the last six days mostly asleep, battling one of the most debilitating cases of the flu that I’ve ever had.  That’s not hyperbole; when you find that you must…

Perspective

Years ago I was a vegetarian, and a member of PETA.  For three years I ate no meat, and supplemented my diet in numerous ways, as many vegans do, in order to spare the poor creatures from the slaughter.  Well, needless to say, I got over it.  Gimme a good steak and some A1 and…

Sheepers Creepers

This story really gets my goat.  A Sherborn teen was charged yesterday with having sex with sheep at a farm near his home, and police reports suggest the encounters may have gone on for nearly a year. Unconfirmed reports say the young man was heard to be singing as he left the courtroom, “I only…

I’m Going To Puke Now

My vegetarian days are long over.  I’ve beheaded chickens for meat and skinned deer myself.  But this video is enough to make you ill.  Don’t watch if you have a weak stomach.  Before I met Norm I just thought horses were pretty animals.  While I’m nowhere near as passionate as he is, we consider our horses…

Next Gen Spyware

Able to blend into the most obscure surroundings, he is able to observe without being observed.  Via BoingBoing I present to you: The Prairie Dog.

I Might Be A Redneck . . .

You know, when we were all out in the hot sun moving sand around the yard to make the riding ring, I mentioned something to Norm’s sister: “Look at all of us fools,” I said in a heavier-than-necessary Vermont accent.  “Out here in the sun, barefoot, listening to country music, shovelling dirt and drinking beer. …