Unintentional porn:

Okay now......

I saw this and just HAD to post this.

I think the robot technicians have too much time on their hands and my kind of humor. Or, maybe I'm happily perverted!

Chicken/Egg

The more I watch Mr. D and his friend George, the more I see of another of Mr. D's friends: Bobby.
The resemblances are amazing. The pauses. The switch of topics. The hand gestures. The stuttering The I'm-only-one-breath-away-from-the-other-side looks. And especially, the "I know something you don't shit eatin' grin".
Bobby and George could be brothers. Did Francis have another skeleton in the closet? LOL
Is "Bobby" George's alter ego or, is "George" Bobby's alter ego?
Is George the inner self or, is Bobby?
So, in a "nut" shell, who is the true self?
In other words: What came first, the chicken or the egg??

Jeff Goldblum leaving “L&O: CI”: Replacement ideas?

Jeff Goldblum leaving “L&O: CI”: Replacement ideas?

Let it rest. Bobby and Alex have made their peace. Ms. E and Mr. D have, also. Besides, who cares about JG? Coyote and Co. deserted the show long ago.

Slow

That's me........slow.

I was over at t13 and saw this great cap.

What do I finally see????? Take a look.

Sandals!! Bobby in sandals!!
Is anyone else as slow as me?! LOL

The Odd Couple

In the beginning.....

(This is the real color of the clouds.)

On July 14th, one of many thunderstorms rolled into the Devils Lake, ND area. I watched in awe of Mother Nature's beauty and formidability.

The birth of a tornado right overhead.

The sun was shining on us. The cloud line was literally right above. The yellow crop is canola (rapeseed in Canada). This storm front brought us 70 mph winds, 3 inches of rain in half an hour and grapefruit sized hail. It lasted about an hour and went to the SE towards Fargo, ND.

The next day, this fellow showed up in our yard.

We scared him off. He flew away kind of wobbly and ungracefully landed in the canola.

He showed up for 2 more days and we chased him off. On the third day, we had a pretty lethargic pelican on or hands. I called the Sheriff's Dept., who told me to call the North Dakota Game and Fish Dept., who told me to call the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Dept. Naturally, no one believed me. Finally, I was taken seriously and was told that a team would be sent out to see what was going on.

Three guys showed up about an hour and a half later. I was worried that we might not find him because he would waddle off into the field occasionally. The looks on their faces when the big guy was sitting 5 ft. from our deck with his new found fuzzy friend was priceless. They said they had NEVER dealt with a LIVE pelican before. So, we kind of corralled him and one of the guys threw a blanket on him and we unceremoniously (and VERY gently) convinced him into a travel crate. (Did you know that these suckers snap at their "opponents"? I'd hate to be on their bad sides!) The men took him to a federal wildlife preserve about 4 miles from us and released him. They kept an eye on him for a few days and then he flew away. So, I guess we did a good deed and have a great story to tell.

Oh, a wondrous bird is the pelican!
His bill holds more than his belican.
He can take in his beak
Enough food for a week.
But I'm darned if I know how the helican.
Humorist Dixon Lanier Merritt, 1910

By the way, Buddy was his companion while he was our unexpected guest.