Sarcastic Sam

Another Year Another Wiggle

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 07:10:39 PST

i am not a real big believer in new years celebrations, driving drunk across the living room in my GI Joe Hummer is not a pleasant site - i might get pulled over by the dog, get a sniffalyser - the cat would mock me from her sofa'd perch.

why am i to put a lot of stock anyway in some date set by gregorian monks 1700 years ago? i heard they were all winos.

uncle freddie last night said: "those new years resolutions, Sammy? they're all crap"

but as am wont to do, i've had a chance to reflect and think about my attitude, the things i value most, like my chewed up plastic spoon, the super secret shiny wrapper collection under da sofa; the ice cream sandwich behind the clothes dryer - it's still there, nobody's pilfered it yet...

and i realize i really do have a lot to be grateful for

i've made it another year without actually doing anything important - which is vitally important. i'd hate to think that my reputation for napping was ever impinged

uncle freddie's getting grumpier, and older, and more feeble, but i am grateful for him shaping me into the ferret i am today, an honor to share a tea with him

the dog didn't really enjoy her bowling ball i got her for Christmas last year, so this year, i gave her a frying pan. she stared at me with those loving eyes, and I got a lick - that was impressive

the cat, well, let's just say i am grateful for the cat by paying it forward. that one's on faith.

which pretty much goes for the pet human, i think it has issues, it will probably never really be much use to anyone without me; so i am grateful for the opportunity to be in charge, and keep everything in order.

lastly, i am grateful that i still believe in magic - the best things in life are what we decide to believe in; and that i can still choose to be happy - no matter how many obstacles come my way.

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if you liked this story, you might like: i believe in Santa fairies, magic wizards and big foot

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Ksenia Anske - Visits Sam's Lair

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Wed, 14 Nov 2012 22:22:45 PST

They tore at his whiskers. He squealed and bit in the tail of the one that hissed nearby, a few inches by the pipe that opened into gutters. The one nearby moved his massive body a second too late. They all will be doomed, from the tips of their pink tiny tones to the tips of their furry tails, to the very last hair at the very end of each of their ears. All three of them, destined to be swallowed by the vast expanse of slimy gluttony called WOOZEL LAND, ruled by the fattest of them all, with lines of skin rolling in undauntedly clusters on his neck, from brown to beige to a creamy type of white, the result of eating too many pellets of ferret food as proudly produced by Fake VOLE & Co.

He sighed and proceeded to chewing the tail, cleverly using his maneuver to distract the big one and knock the skinny one off balance, all in one swift move with a terrifying dook, a special clucking noise as from an angry chicken. Annoyed and hissing, the big one rolled on his back, straining to pull the tail out of his teeth and escape into the gutter, before it would be too late. Before the impending doom would cover them all with its vast unpreventable vastness and its bleak naked non-furryness that instilled a feeling of absolute horror in anyone who happened to look upon it, except the one that ruled them all, of course.

Our friend suspected, they has some kind of a deal. Possibly, involving mice. Quite possible, still, involving rabbits or some other small rodents, the thought of which was so terrifying that he almost forgot to swallow and clenched his teeth on the big's tail to which he slapped him with a paw and missed, because a sudden itch forced him to arch his fat body back and nervously but with pleasure scratch in that damned spot until it was gone.

The skinny one decided he's not part of the game anymore and shivered, perhaps thinking he could conveniently slink up the drain pipe, perhaps even have enough strength to grasp at its insides with his claws. He pulled back, puffed his tail and performed an extraordinary number of Weasel War Dance, complete with ten bounces, twenty flips, and then popping on the ground.

Our hero simply looked on, his little black eyes distant, contemplating. Perhaps there was a way out, perhaps the universe wouldn't collapse on itself, not yet. Perhaps the hand of wrath hanging over the edge of the impending doom was, after all, something else, an entirely different species. Perhaps...

The cage door opened and Molly dropped a piece of cooked chicken: "Here, fuzzies, come here. Molly's got a treat for you. Come on, get it. Come on, now!" She smiled her punctured eight-year-old smile, unaware of exactly what she has just interrupted.

The end.

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i hang up on editors....they beg me to come in, write virtually from home, even call once or twice a month, and nothing works; i refuse to be manipulated by whiskey swilling freaks. ksenia stepped up to the plate here and filled in. i thought it would fit in well with my useless drivel. funny thing happened on her way to my lair, though. she got 6 other writers to submit ferret tales.... if i could but have their eMail addresses, i could get 6 years worth of writing done for me!!

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A Place Called Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 07 Sep 2012 14:39:52 PDT

A Place Called Hope

Or "Sam's Rant"

We were all granted the ability to aspire to, and attain our dreams, not those mandated by gov't but our own lofty goals, and milestones

a new day will shine forth and you will wake to a bright dawn, not a day where you are told what to think by media, but of your own making

we make the day what it is; it is up to each of us to create the moment, and decide to be happy. we are not dependent upon what others say

don't be fooled by the poverty pimps, who think that success is "spread around evenly" or enforced by laws, it is up to each of us to win

we win when we cast off the idea that we must follow the herd, or are granted rights by Gov't.. we win when we decide to win.

the spark of genius is in each of us, individually and given to all of us, no matter what we've done, or our pasts

any time we want to break out of the cycle or label that Gov't has pigeonholed us into, we can. YES WE CAN!! we can break out. right now

no need to wait till tomorrow, we can rise to the occasion now. we can make today that new day, were we decide to succeed.

we are not "victims" of poverty, or unemployment, we have to rise above those notions, and work hard to overcome them, but we are not victim

it is a personal decision to rise above poverty and unemployment and despair...Gov't can't make that decision for us

that hope that burns in you is your hope, not put there by mortal man - NO! it is the spark that we were all granted, and not to be ignored

none of us is so wise that we should ignore our own ability to succeed, and grovel for the crumbs set aside by Gov't

it is up to each of us to recognise our genius, our talents, our hope and dreams, and ACT ON THEM!! and live a prosperous life

We must each rise to our level of awareness, genius and ability individually on our own, for it is only ourselves that we can change.

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Its the Alpaca Lips!

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Wed, 04 Jul 2012 17:27:23 PDT

it's been a while since my last wee post. ruling the universe as a dysfunctional, manic, hyper spaz narcissist can be exhausting. i've increased my nap schedule, no surprise there.

uncle freddie: "Sammy, i don't see what the fascination is with alpaca lips, has the world gone completely mad?"

me: "alpaca lips? i think you mean: The Apocalyspe, Uncle Freddie"

" exactly, Sammy, what is the world coming too, when pet humans talk about them on the radio, write blog posts, are completely immersed in pack animals' lips!??"

me: "Freddie, they mean The Apocalypse. T H E Apocalypse, you know?"

"i know, it's ridiculous, Sammy, i for one have much better things to do"

me: "is this why you called, to discuss a critter's lips? i'm trying to BBQ over here, and the dogs are out there howling for me to join them for a romp in the woods"

Uncle Freddie: "well if you run across any alpacas, Sammy, check out their lips, and see if there's a story in all this. probably just another pet human craze. it'll die down. it's not like anyone is predicting the end of the world or anything...jeesh. alpaca lips. it's crazy!" and he hung up.

i have to convince him to get his hearing checked.

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he's ruined

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 10:47:41 PDT

this guy says i ruined his life!!

dat's a lil' unfair aint it?

all i did was "like" his girfriend's facebook. i must admit, i gots dat

~wiggle wiggle~

xxxxxTTTTT
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in this series: my faux business venture on Facebook

fake girlfriend troubles

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Mon, 21 May 2012 18:48:56 PDT

i'd skipped out on dat lady therapist a few weeks back without paying; after she talked me down from my mania. being text dumped is no laughing manner. i know you're probably chuckling - sure it was a faux girlfriend, and i was offering my services as purely a literary device. frankly, i think the pet human dumped me off at the therapist's office so it could get some shopping done without me. it thinks i am the cause of spending sprees. i quickly found another faux gal. back in the saddle, i could offer facebook posts, maybe send a flirtatious tweet, get her real boyfriend jealous

it was all working out perfectly, until.................

i shouldn't have given the therapist her phone number as a reference

rodent indeed
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the pre facebook text dump

my fake girlfriend service on facebook

how shopping got me into family counseling

Oh! Almost forgot: Sam's Dating Tips!! http://www.scribd.com/doc/48856487/Sarcastic-Sam-Dating-Tips

More Likes than any critter on da planet

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 05:42:55 PDT

my plan is simple: i will get more facebook "likes" than any critter in da Universe.

now, now, don't go to thinkin' "uh, oh. another of Sam's crackpot schemes...like dat time he attempted to corner the Pop Tart Market during the hurricane" no, this one will work, i'm tellin' ya!!

i figure dat lil button on facebook is addictive. we log in, and wanna see how many folks have mentioned us, or "liked" us, and stopped by for tea. it's irresistible, we are compelled to click dat lil red button!

but not me. by not clicking it, i have found that it keeps going up and up and up... the possibilities are endless... i'm going for a gazilliontrillion likes, to see if the lil red box get's any bigger, or facebook just tries to crowd the figure into the same sized box... kinda like wondering if the Odometer on the car really goes up to a million

this just in, Mary my detractor: "But Sam, it doesn't mean you have any more likes, only that you are saving them all up?"

Oh, Mary, you and your tractors. at least i am resisting the urge to click dat button!

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the pre facebook dump text dump

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 18 May 2012 20:02:43 PDT

“Sam is inconsolable. I'm leaving him with you” said the pet human. “he has been moping around da house, he won't write. He's watched cartoon planet on the sofa for 24 hours straight, and the cat called him a freak” I was unceremoniously disposed of at the therapist's office. I think the pet human made a dash for the car just a little too delighted by the prospect of getting rid of me. I detected a bit of skip there.

“Come on Sam” she said, “You can't just lay there, you have to say something. Talk to me”

“You are the last person I want to talk to” I said.

“Now, Sammy. That wasn't nice”

Defensively, like any good therapy patient, I said, “You're not supposed to attack me, I'm vulnerable. What do I pay you for, anyway?”

“You haven't paid me in months!” she said “Now come on, tell me what's wrong”

So I launched into my story:

“Well, I started an imaginary business on my blog. I offer to be a fake boyfriend on Facebook. You know, go on people's Facebook, and flirt, and make pet humans jealous. I even found a bossomy woman, wif big a bosom who had a ferret in her bosom and posted that on the faux business ad to drum up faux customers”

did i say bosom?

“You offered a... You did this? Ha! That's funny. So creative..... Eeerrrr, well, And how's that working out?” she prompted me. (link to faux business ad: http://samuelclemons.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html )

“Well, nobody actually took me up on it. It was mostly a satirical thing. I was making fun of a service, I did get one gal who wanted to put me down as her “In a relationship With” status.. you know, just as a joke

“I didn't mind, it was just a way to poke fun at some other outfit, so I said sure. Her name was Alice....

“And then the other day, I got a Text: 'Dear Sam, I am getting questions from pet human clients about dating a... well.. I have to take you off my Facebook status'

“And I didn't really think anything of it. I hadn't exactly kept my end of the bargain. I didn't go on Facebook and make any of her friends jealous, I didn't post any sexy ferret one liners....I didn't say 'hey baby, wanna wiggle' or anything juicy. Besides, I think her clients may have questioned her sanity. So at first I was O.K.

“Until that dreadful moment when I heard the Verizon Commercial. You know the one? Where the gal says: 'Any second now, she's gonna learn her boyfriend has changed his relationship status, wait for it, 3, 2, 1 ….and then the girl shrieks!!!!!!

“That really hit me. Maybe Alice was embarassed to be seen wif a ferret? Maybe I really cost her clients, they think she's a nut and I'm a loser? Maybe I'm not good enough? Maybe I will cause the very fabric of the Universe to be rent asunder, and worlds will collide!!! But, but, what hit me? I realised I'd been dumped... or was gonna be dumped. I've never been dumped. And even if I were to be dumped, I'd never gotten a text beforehand that I might be dumped.

"I got the Pre Dump Explanation Text Dump Prior to being Facebook Relationship Status Changed Dump ...it's been terrible, I can't write, the cat and dog want me to leave and find my own apartment, I haven't had a bath in what, like 12 hours? and now I have to come here and talk to you, and miss all my Scooby Doo episodes” I finished with that. I figured i'd put the self pity trip on the therapist for good measure.

She said: “OK. Let me get this straight. You had a fake service.....”

“Satirical... or faux” I interrupted her.

She continued: “You had a faux service you never had any intention of really offering, that you used as a literary device. A friend of yours and you thought it would be funny to post each other as “In a Relationship With” on Facebook, but really were not in a relationship. So you had a faux relationship with a faux girlfriend, to discontinue this errr. faux status, she texted you ahead of time, and even told you this, so as not to surprise you, which is more than most people would do for a real relationship, even though it never existed in the first place? Is that what you are telling me? And now you are upset over this, and watching Scooby Doo for 24 hours straight, and driving the Pet Human and the Cat crazy, and you think this is normal Sam?”

“Well when you put it that way, I guess it's not all that bad. I haven't gone onto Facebook. For all I know, Alice hasn't even changed her status. Thanks for listening.”

I skipped out, once again without paying her.

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how shopping got me into family counseling

fake girlfriend troubles

Where DO these rumors start?

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 21:49:08 PDT

i've been accused of being a narcissist on occasion. i'm working on dat. i can't help it everyone wuvs me. since the entire Universe revolves around me, it's hard to argue with the facts.

i've been accused of being a slacker, that one is also probably true. the more the editors and publishers call for my work, the more i hang up on them, and laugh. they're drunks and perverts, ask them.

all kinds of rumors swell to a raging inferno, and i don't do anything to dispel them, "is Sam insane?" "does he really have twin masseuses" "does he actually drink blueberry juice" - ha! let the world wonder

there was that rumor, properly expounded upon herein where i wuz supposedly the father of one "Sam da Ferret" where i posted the dubious birth certificate.

but this latest rumor is sleazy, maybe it's even ruinous, detrimental to my reputation. so i have taken the time today to actually address this rumor, face it head-on, and not let it fester....

it started with a facebook posting of a hedgehog (name withheld to protect the unbearably cute from rabid packs of wild fans)

and oh yea, it's on baby! i'm calling out the guilty party on this one. i know those rumor mongers like to practice their nefarious arts in secret, whisper campaigns after all don't work well when the whisperer is exposed. wild rumors cloak themselves clandestinely. i am obligated therefore to let this one out da bag.

it was Laura Fisher @baisebeige she blatantly started the rumor that i am into eating hedgehogs....

DON'T FAINT!! don't pass out. please, maintain your composure here, we run a decent, family oriented blog. some righteous indignation is probably ok, but don't write your congressperson just yet. i can defend myself, and i will.

you might remember Laura from the post i wrote "It's the Small Pleasures" in which i let Laura get the last word on a complete bit of insanity (note, most of my posts involve full blown insanity, dysfunctional relatives, or missing socks, so if you were hoping it was going to get better, it doesn't)

Laura posted the hedgehog pic on her facebook, and then dragged me through the toilet bowl, and all the ensuing vortex of rumors that might swell around such flushing, to wit: It also says owls and FERRETS are natural predators! Samuel Clemons Please, oh please, tell me it ain't true!

such guile, such manipulation, Laura. i know your kind. you hide behind the caveat of rationalisation, i know. "tell me it ain't true" ha! so you've forced me to defend myself. i have to write a blog post now, just to maintain my own righteous indignation, one of the many indulgences that will most likely cause me to call my therapist.

let me set the record straight. wild ferrets such as the Roaming Gypsy Hippy Black Footed Ferrets who practice the Way of the Great Pop Tart, yes they eat prairie dogs. (when visiting, i prefer mine wif mustard) ....OK, I SAID IT!! they eat prairie dogs. cute eats cute out there in the wild west. hey, i've heard of worse.

Ferrets are Carnivores

ferrets are carnivores ok! but some of us are cultured, refined, above the mere lusts and cravings of mortal critters. i for one come from a great line of ratters. we chased rats, and if we cornered them, we'd eat them. but i don't chase rats. i've sought treatment for my problems, i've attended a 12 step program, i admit i HAD a problem, but i've overcome the rat addiction.

is it demeaning to defend myself? maybe. but here goes: i have become a reformed ferret. i have made friends wif da mice. on cold nights harold stumbles across the living room, and in his cups, can't find his way home. harold often makes his way to my hammock, and curls up. he doesn't feel threatened, and i don't even want to eat Harold. we've become buddies.

Harold Sometimes Drinks Too Much

as to the nasty rumors that i eat hedgehogs? well, i hope i have defended myself, nay, acquitted myself.

and if anyone sees dat Laura around, pls tell her that i am a civilised ferret

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He Panicked

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 06:53:20 PDT

"sammy, i did it, i pressed the panic button"

"panic button? that is a literary device or verbal expression, Uncle Freddie. it doesn't really exist."

"oh, yes it does. they are real"

"i'm just having my coffee, Fred, come on!" i whined, "hazelnut, wif a touch o' cinnamon. can you call me back later?"

"I AM TELLING YOU THERE IS A REAL PANIC BUTTON!!" he yelled into the phone. "hold one sec, Sammy, my boy, the cops are here"

i heard an authoritarian voice in the background, "we would have gotten here sooner, but my partner had to finish his coffee... vanilla bean with a couple shots of caramel. what seems to be the problem?" apparently, Uncle Freddie didn't bother to cover the mouthpiece of his iPhone

"i was on my way to the Corcoran. i'm meeting a lady there, and i forgot to stop and get a morning sip o' coffee" said Uncle Freddie.

Corcoran DC No Art Had Coffee Spilled on it in the writing of this blog

"you pressed the Panic Button for this?" said the Policeman, "we were busy, ah...we were on an assignment..." he backtracked "are you a tourist?"

"tourist? i own dis town!" Uncle Freddie indignantly declared

"Sir, the Taxi Panic Button is NOT, i repeat NOT for us to deliver your coffee!" said the cop, pausing, then, "hey Larry, this guy pressed the panic button because he wanted coffee" apparently talking to his partner.

in the background, "i don't blame him" the voice approached "what flavor do you fancy, sir?" now this new voice entered the fray

"chocolate mocha, wif whipped, and a just a pinch o' sugar, my vice of course" said Freddie

Larry, the partner could be heard to say "mmmm, that sounds delish. i'll have to try that"

"Uncle Freddie, there is a panic button in the Cab? this wasn't a joke?"

"no, Sammy. it took the cops a while to show up, but at least it works. i wanted to be one of the first to test it. i love this" said Freddie (article)

"well, try to keep your alerts for the cops, and don't bother me with the details, please?" i said.

finally speaking up, the cabby, broke in with: "what do i do?" supplicating to the cops for advice, directions, or permission to proceed

i heard the first cop ask the cabby, before i hung up: "what kind of coffee do you drink?"

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nutjobs freaks and weirdos

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Sat, 24 Mar 2012 09:06:44 PDT

i was gonna purge my account of: nutjobs, whackjobs, freaks, weirdos, kinky types, dysfunctionals, degenerates, perverts, hippies, drunks, addicts, self absorbed, isolators, morons, OCD, shameless self promoters, delusionals, callous, bigmouthed, absentminded, arrogant, egotistical, fanatic, finicky, humorless, masochistic, sadistic, paranoid, the self righteous, skeptics, weak willed, zealous, troublemakers, stubborn, megalomaniacs, those fixated, gruff, disturbed, erratic, hoity-toity, overt, arrogant, needy, clingy, gullible, disturbed, and any squirrels.....

but they'd all just find me again, wouldn't they?

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(from a facebook post)

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dedicated to JonesBabie http://www.facebook.com/cathy.tittle who thought she'd teach a ferret how to spell skeptic. on facebook i took advantage of the british spelling, herein, to please the american audience, i have availed myself of their usage

i believe in Santa, fairies, magic wizards and Bigfoot

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 19:02:35 PDT

i believe in Santa, fairies, magic wizards, and Bigfoot …
i believe in the Decency and Dignity the Universe has bestowed on all of us
i believe we all have the courage to be happy in the face of adversity
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i believe in my own magic, that i can inspire others to dream big
i believe that laughter heals most everything, takes the sting out of the evils of this world
i believe in everyone - even da cat who swats at me sometimes
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i believe in the Great Pop Tart and he knows i mean well
i believe in forgiveness, redemption, and renewal
i believe in kindness, generosity, and love

i can lose all or give everything away, and i would firmly believe i am still blessed

Sam, Spring 2012

no way sweetheart

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 13:04:32 PDT

i was in one of my moods. under no circumstances was i going to entertain the pet humans for cheap what-nots and snuggles. no way sweetheart, find someone else to make your day.

i took the pet human to the mall first, and didn't ~wiggle~ and then to the office supply joint to pick up some paper. any self respecting swashbuckling pirate wizard writer ferret needs a few reams of paper. no snuggles there, too stuffy, too business like for my sullen attitude. nope, wasn't gonna' do it

rolling my eyes, we pulled into the grocer. "i am doing as the therapist suggests sammy, and i am not buying anything but eggs and bread today"

i might as well have been left in the car. if i can't buy what i want, why bring me? doesn't the world revolve around me?

"OH MY GOODNESS IT'S SAM!!" the high pitched voice was shocking on the best of days, today it was an instant assault upon my lil 'ol skullbones.... she tried to entice me wif a plastic pack of something or other.

the pet human said, "sammy's not himself"

"oh, really?" as she gave me a cheek pinch.

the grocery manager came over, with a shiny wrapper. "here sammy, your favorite"

i gave a tiny ~wiggle~ only by the hardest

"IT'S THE MOST FAMOUS FERRET ON THE PLANET!!!" another clerk, who slobbered me wif a kiss

i gave two ~wiggles~

then a spinny move as i jumped on the pet human's shoulder. a remarkable effort, as it involved the physical combined wif da spiritual - impressing all of the humans with my gymnast's skills - they all smiled and laughed as i made their collective day. i was back to my normal self

proving once again, that happiness is a choice we must keep on making, over and over, moment by moment

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The Heart of a Champion

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 07:35:37 PST

Victor galloped a thousand strides, stopping only occasionally to let out a low, echoing bark, and trotting onward. Finally stopping on the edge of a wide hollow, looking down at the stream, across to the other side, his view was fantastic. Surveying the panorama was one of his greatest joys, some serenity found in casting his sniffs over nature's scene.

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"don't move, i've almost got it" i told BigFoot, i was on his shoulder changing the lightbulb.

"i could do it, Sam, if i am really gentle, by myself. there seem to be a few scones missing from the kitchen"

"really? i have just taken them out of the oven, Squatch"

"it wasn't me, it was Victor" lied Marvin, his tongue wiping his lips back and forth giving away not only the offender, but also a tall tale teller all at once.

"Victor, huh?" said Squatch. "Sam, someone's coming up the drive. It sounds like the Sheriff"

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The Giant Mastiff swung around, heading back to the Colonel's Dale. With a relaxed gait, Victor could hear a step, sense a presence ahead of him. He smelled Marvin, and detected a noise in the woods, as if he were struggling.
As Victor found him, Marvin was scratched about the ears from wriggling thru thistles, panting from his long run, no match at all for Victor.

"And what are you doing out here?" asked Victor. "You are a mess, Marvin. You look like the woods have gotten the better of ya!"

"I wanted to follow you, Victor, to be like you...to see where you go all by yourself" said lil Marv, as Victor licked the tiny dog's wounds, and smiled, just a bit.

"Well, you're lucky I found you, and one day, we'll go to my special spot, when there's more time. For now, I hate to disappoint you, Marvin, but I am already headed home."

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Size 24 and I peered through the curtains. it wasn't the Sheriff, instead, it was deputy Rollins, his simpleton sidekick. "Looks like we'll have to put on some tea, Squatch"

As the car door (s) slammed shut outside, i immediately knew there was another person, and the "Oh this is really a beautiful place, Mr. Rollins" sang out, a woman's voice! Squatch and I went wide eyed. "You sit on the sofa, and just be normal. Don't do anything weird". He was petrified.

My door is always flung wide, so we heard the footsteps approach, which sent Size 24 to the sofa. His legs sprawled into the middle of the room. "Sam, I brought you a visitor from town. Knock knock" said Rollins.

As the tall lean Deputy entered, followed by a college aged woman, dressed in jeans, and printed silk shirt, she let out a rather shocked: "OH MY GOD! What is that?"

"What is what?" I replied.

Pointing at Bigfoot, "That?"

Me: "Oh, that's just Bob. And whom might you be?"

"B..Bob?" she stammered, gathering her wits, "I am.. " i knew, when confronted with the impossibly implausible, we must dare the adversary to accept the improbable.

"I'm Sarah. The Deputy offered to show me where you lived" she managed.

Rollins grinned big, the hero of the day.

"Well, Sarah you found me! Let's go into the kitchen, shall we?" she had to step over piles of books and manuscripts scattered about.

As we crossed the entryway, 'Bob' skedaddled out of the burrow, and into the woods, silently and stealthy.

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Marvin, slowed Victor as they made their way back to the Dale. Marvin's little strides just wore him out, the scratches started to close up, making it painful to walk at all. Victor stopped numerous times, patiently, and finally just scooped Marvin up in his giant jaws, and carried him oh so ingloriously, most of the way back.

"Put me down, please" squeaked the younger of the two. "Victor, I want to explain...." Marvin wanted to confess about some missing scones.

"Now, now, Marvin, my dear boy. You don't worry yourself about any of this." As he fluffed up the beagle, and licked at his ears and legs a bit, to get the blood circulating again.

Marvin: "I wanted to tell you about......"

Victor: "No. Not now, Marvin, we are going to walk into that dale, and yard, and I'm going to let you lead the way, OK? So let's go"

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Sarah, Rollins and I after pouring tea, walked into the living room, and she asked, "Where's Bob?"

"Bob who?"

Just as a long howl was heard not far off, and a mighty bark together, two returning hounds.

The three of us watched from the stoop, as two figures emerged from the woods, and entered the dale. A huge dog by any standard, Victor inexplicably was behind the scratched up beat up, worn out Marvin, both heads proudly held high, the Mastiff's as ever, the Beagle's from sheer determination.

"The little one seems to have been through a war" said Sarah.

As they approached, I asked Victor, "So how are things, Vic? How'd you find that little rascal? How is he?"

Marvin fairly beamed as Victor said: "He is a true champion, Sam. A true champion"

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Unleash The Hounds!

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 06:10:53 PST

We couldn't believe our luck. Big Foot, Harriet and I had finally rounded up the dogs and begged them to stop running. All day we'd been forging through the woods, behind the dogs, who'd gotten the scent of a deer, then a rabbit, the occasional squirrel.

Out of breath, streaked with sweat, even Big Foot was panting. The dogs were laying down, napping in a state of weariness, finally they'd worn themselves out.

I wanted to get back to the cottage, the hole in the hill, Colonel's Dale. I was riding Harriet, and from my vantage point, I called out to Victor, the chief Mastiff: “Vic, are you satisfied, have you had your fun?”

Victor

“Oh Sam, it was glorious, did you see? We have had a wonderful day!” They didn't catch anything, or track anything down, all they'd done was chase animals they'd never find.

“I saw, Victor. Now which way is the Dale?”

Victor looked around, back and forth, sniffed the air in an oh so serious manner and promptly fell asleep.

Never one to miss a nap, I curled up on Harriet's forehead, between her ears.

The lot of us had gathered our second wind as evening came, with Victor walking out in front, the rest of his pack looking to stretch their strides again, yet loyal to the pack, limited by their instinct to follow their leader. We came up to the Dale, and then the cottage, Victor pacing us. He'd found my cottage after all, a pleasantness began to settle over me, a cup of tea beckoned from within.

Big Foot went off into the woods, Harriet made her way into the Barn, I heard the familiar voice of Uncle Freddie, as if he'd had a cocktail or two.

Stumbling through the stoop, he shouted, a bit too loud: “Good to see ya, Sammy!!” Victor and the pack made their way in to the cottage, dogs akimbo, sprawling on my sofas, leather chairs, everywhere were floppy ears, and stretched limbs. All of them made themselves quite at home, proud of their day's achievements, comfortable.

Wiggling to the kitchen, I put on the tea kettle, and pulled a tin of blueberry scones. I was thinking of a couple of tweets I could send out about this day's adventures. So nice to be home after wandering the woods.

An ear splitting sound rocked my bliss. Uncle Freddie was blasting the hunting horn, a gift from the Roving Black Footed Ferrets of the Prairie. Of a sudden motion, every single dog started barking and howling, and carrying on. Leading the noise was Victor, that beast!!

What a noise, Uncle Freddie blasting the horn, the dogs, all on their feet, noses lifted ceilingward as they barked, howled, and raised the roof.

“Unleash the Hounds!!!!!!!!!” Uncle Freddie cried at the top of his lungs, a throwback to a mid-evil world as if he were the chief huntsman. Freddie flung open the door, raising his glass all a flourish, and yelled again: “UNLEASH THE HOUNDS!!!!!! and out they went, the youngest pup, Marvin, who after spinning his paws on the entry way, thought better of it all, and decided home is where the blueberry scones are. Off the rest leaped, into the woods, into the dark of night, on a mission they knew not where. It'd be hours before they realised they didn't even know what they were chasing.

Marvin Aint No Fool

“Size 24, Harriet and I spent all day chasing those dogs.”

To which Uncle Freddie tipsily replied, “I needed a place to sit”

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The Biggest News of the Day

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:48:21 PST

Geraldo Moustache Rivera was once a fine attorney. He sat in his office listening to the police scanner, and raced to the scene of automobile accidents. Very opportunistic. Having tried his luck at being a shyster he went into Journalism. Then TV. Then he wrote a tell all book where he confessed to having sex with anything that moved. Quite a career. So I have learned that one has to be pretty fast getting to the good stories before the attorney/journalists.

So it is wif my Twitter Attorney, @PiperBayard who is now a professional belly dancer, blogger, and story chaser. One time I was gonna do a story on the lost pygmies of Borneo - I get to Borneo, she's in the jungle teaching them how to surf the Internet. Then I was gonna send my Uncle Freddie to Sweden to do a story on hot new massage techniques... He get's off the plane, and to his first appointment: There's @PiperBayard soaking in the hot tub!!

So it goes in the rough and tumble world of the sleuth. We eat our own young if we have to. Let alone our attorney. (Officially, I don't think they are edible) Her headline today? Marriage Proposals and Bass Boats. http://piperbayard.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/marriage-proposals-and-bass-boats-the-love-doctors/ I mean, how was I to compete wif dat???? So I went out and scoured the entire Internet. Searched 54 Billion pages, did a quick speed read, and found a couple of hot topics.

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Absolutely Shocking!! hard to fathom the depravity of some pet humans!!

no, they are not streaking across golf courses, no they are not TIVOing American Idol, no, even worse!! 19,000 have “Liked” a Facebook page of In Bread Cats!!!

IN BREAD CATS ARE HOT ON THE INTERNET

See: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Putting-bread-on-your-cat-so-that-people-think-you-have-a-walking-sandwich/122798484485807

And their Counterpart, which only has 20 “Likes” STOP INBREAD CATS http://www.facebook.com/pages/Stop-inbread-cats/279411745404122 has some catching up to do.

It is interesting to note that "STOP INBREAD CATS" A. Is not very popular and B. Has absolutely no problem using a cat in a piece of bread on his Facebook.

And of course, we can't be too high brow here, so a little story that is more mainstream:

MAN SAYS RETRIEVER STRANGLED HIS WIFE

http://thestir.cafemom.com/in_the_news/131634/despicable_man_claims_dog_strangled?utm_medium=sem2&utm_campaign=outbrain&utm_source=outbrain&utm_content=outbrain&quick_picks=1

yea, blame the lovely dog. The author of that story is right. This guy should get extra time, just for saying the doggy did it.

I also beat @PiperBayard on this one:

MAN ESCAPES ZOMBIES BUT NOT THE COPS

(Reuters) - South African police have arrested a suspected fraudster for impersonating the award-winning traditional singer Khulekani Kwakhe "Mgqumeni" Khumalo, who died in 2009.
The unnamed man, who appeared in court in the eastern KwaZulu-Natal province on Tuesday, had said he had not died but was kidnapped by a witchdoctor who cast a spell on him and imprisoned him in a cave with zombies, local media reported.
Thousands of people in Khumalo's rural eastern home village of Esiggumeni, turned out to see the man at the weekend. Riot police with truncheons and water cannons were deployed to keep the crowd under control.
"I have always been alive," he was quoted as telling the crowd by the Independent Online news site. "I have lost a lot of weight but it is me."
Police said the suspect's fingerprints do not match those of the famed singer. The man also does not have the same scars on his face as Khumalo had.
"Detectives conducting the enquiry were convinced that the matter required criminal investigation," police said in a statement. (Ed Note: chuckle, chuckle)

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Shopping Got Me Into Family Counseling

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 20:49:51 PST

I have found pet humans to be quite entertaining if they can't find a way to lower the volume. We were at an important pet human meeting a couple of weeks ago which conflicted at that very moment, with Scooby Doo on Cartoon Network. One of my favorites!! I cranked up the volume, and voila'

That was the end of that meeting.

I was not happy to miss the finale of the show. To console me, the pet human said: “Don't give me that look, Sammy. Not once in the history of Scooby Doo, have he and Shaggy NOT found the bad guy... you know how it ends” … still, it's nice to know whether the dastardly deed was done by the caretaker or the old man in town dressed in a wig.

Today, I found myself in da therapist's office for what is called: “family counseling” wif my pet human. Not as spiffy as my therapist's office, but not bad. I kept my eye on da tv remote on her sofa armrest, in case I wanted to nibble the mute button.

The therapist to pet human: “We've covered this before. You and Sammy should not go shopping together. Are ferrets even allowed in stores?”

Pet Human: “They make exceptions for Sam”

Yea, right. The pet human likes an audience. I ham it up for the cashiers.

Therapist: “There was that time he talked you into cornering the market on Pop Tarts, and you overdrew your bank account, and I had to calm you down over the phone”

The tv remote was looking mighty good. I knew I wuz missing re runs of Sienfeld.

Pet Human: “He convinced me that we would get rich, you know, supply and demand.”

Therapist: “Or the time he influenced you to buy all the plastic spoons, because he likes to play with them, and you realized you really can't do anything with a closet full of plastic spoons”

The therapist saw me looking toward the TV remote, probably confused that I was paying her rapt attention.

Pet Human: “I can't eat ice cream with them, they break off in the carton, but they work once it softens up a bit”

I couldn't believe these two. The dog and cat aren't forced to endure such madness.

Human: “He conned me into it this time. I said I was going to 7-11, and he jumped in the car, and threatened to crawl into the back, and I'd never find him”

Therapist: “You need to establish boundaries with Sam”

This was the part where Cramer talks Jerry into peeing in the parking lot, they couldn't find the car, and Jerry get's belayed by Security. I knew I was missing it.

Human: “Then somehow, he urged me toward the grocer instead of 7-11”

Therapist: “It would also help if you set a budget before you leave the house”

I wiggled into the therapist's lap, gave her a snuggle, she responded with a noticeable, albeit small smirk, almost a smile, a very small one.

Ascentmindedly, she stroked my white fur, gently, as I eyed the remote.

Human: “And when we got there, he just kept saying: 'dat one, dat one, dat one' in a very insistent tone”

Therapist: “We all want to take care of those we love” she was now on my side, some therapist.

So I snagged the TV remote, without too much fuss, and lept off the sofa arm.

Human: “And he wouldn't stop. 'Dat one. Dat one....and dat one' we had three cartloads of stuff, I don't even know what half of it is. I just bought it. It's like he's got mind control tricks”

I found Seinfeld, and cranked up the volume.

Startled, the Therapist thought she could get the remote handily. Instead, I knawed off the volume, and mute buttons for good measure.

That ended the family counseling session. So much for boundaries.

Oh. Cramer, Jerry and Elaine found the car.

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angry dog and greatfulness

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 07:48:49 PST

this doggy needs therapy. some puppy zen, maybe a stern "no fido" ... dogs who act out are not "bad" doggies. their pet humans just need to establish boundaries, and take leadership of the pack.

seems this lil guy had a bone flushed down the commode, and ever since, he's taken his resentment out every time someone flushes. can't take him to visit the relatives, he might run someone over!!

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and, @alicemartin8 from Twitter ran across a wonderfully powerful link on "GreatfulNess" measuring our inner Greatfulness to express an outward Gratitude. a short read, and really points out a few ways to change our way of thinking during the day. why mope, and wallow in misery, when we can invoke the great spiritual force of gratitude?

powerful link, bookmark it: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2hBOQq/www.charginglife.com/2012/01/30/i-am-so-greatful-the-greatness-in-gratitude/

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wiggle even for da bad stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 05:58:29 PST

~wiggle~ in all circumstances. even da bad stuff. - ferretzen

"sam, do you mean even when i find out i'm gonna die?" this just in from Mary, my detractor. great question, Mary. and i still have nothing against tractors.

Mary, we are all gonna die. it's not "if" we die, but when. and yes, we can still ~wiggle~

powerful spiritual forces which i discarded or ignored for years are appreciation and gratitude. what i thought they meant was when someone did something good for me, or was generous, than i should say thankyou. NO! that's just good manners.

appreciation and gratitude work even in the bad times; they transcend good manners and work in all circumstances. we can be miserable, we can isolate, we can sit around really wallow in it. or we can be appreciative of the moment. obstacles lead to opportunities. energy and endorphins are released in overcoming.

"History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They finally won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats. Disappointments acted as a challenge. Don't let difficulties discourage you." B.C. Forbes, Scottish Financial Journalist

in the Bible, in Thessalonians we read: "In all things give thanks"..... we can find this axiom in almost all cultures, beliefs and throughout history. no one system has a monopoly on gratitude and appreciation as spiritual forces. the fact that millions and billions of folks thru the ages have utilised these forces is proof they work.

when the annoyer comes at us today, when the trouble set's in, when the bad news arrives, unlock the power of gratitude; unleash it's force within you, and give thanks, be appreciative of the opportunity. be grateful that you have the knowledge of gratitude, if nothing else. be grateful for the opportunity to grow.

~wiggle~ even for da bad stuff.

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crazy mashup

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 18:41:41 PST

Is there a fine line between crazy and genius? Do we all consider ourselves borderline genius but just a little crazy? Apparantly the conversation is alive

and well on Twitter.

i tweeted a simple, innocent ferret tweet

"genius is sometimes mistaken for crazy"

First out of the box? @AngelDevil116 who said: "C I told u SamyTurnbull I am (expletive) genius ..lol

meanwhile, back on the timeline, 17 people retweeted the simple comment!!

@dafta420 @ulpmori @BajunaJewelry @Tlushaj @albertgarrett @JamesRapsonMS @maikelbailey @harrelldewayne @SexyJeans @FritzKloen

@altaflute @GNRTG4gifts @KatherynLane @ChinaGreeceP @CrystalButterFL

@AshleeeVictoria @DJ_Proper

(i've taken the time to type hyperlinks to their twitter accounts, so please follow at least one of them!! they are probably a tad less crazy than myself)

and @BridgetWinter tweeted: “I've Seen It”

and still: @TheFoolFunnel : It's the same thing

Then entered the dilemma, like any good story, we have to be put in an impossible situation, to wit: @JamesRapsonMS "The other problem is when crazy is mistaken for genius..." and in a tweet reminiscent of the 70's song, that was actually sung by a dog, @endlessraines "That's what I keep trying to tell them, I'm an f...ing GENIUS! They'reComingToTakeMeAway ha ha"

While @ugotatweet analysed it thus: " Maybe you have to be what others call crazy to be a genius."

It continued through Sunday morning, when @D iHard11 commented that "crazy is mistaken for genius."

And, in a sly summing up: RT @BobBRichS "Many thinking I'm a genius and I've thought them crazy. I considered I'd be rather arrogant if I tried to prove them wrong."

Bob, my paw in friendship, that was as smoove a move as I coulda' done myself!!

William Safire was always an etymologist at heart; rather than call himself a “wordsmith” he would relish the history of a word. He would explain a word's origins to prove foundation for the modern usage. Crazy has it's origins spelled with a “K” or Karsa meaning to shatter” ( Old Norse ) or to break. Which lead to a “break down in mental health” . An alternate explanation is: English speakers were using pot in reference to the skull at least by the 15th century. The metaphor of a cracked pot referring to someone who is out of their mind started later, beginning with cracked brain and ending up simply as cracked in modern English. Crazy, derived from the verb craze, took on the same meaning sometime in the 17th century.

Now, “crazy” has become complimentary in modern slang. “That concert was crazy good” doesn't even seem to have any of the mental health issues of previous generational usage.

My tweet then “genius is sometimes mistaken for crazy” has none of the response by the younger generation, and has been taken entirely in it's historical context of a “mental health” condition. Which belies the point entirely that it is a politically incorrect way of referring to one's mental stability.

We no longer say, “Aunt Sally is crazy” we say, “Aunt Sally is dysfunctional” or “Aunt Sally is mentally challenged” or if we are being delicate: “Aunt Sally has had a nervous breakdown”...

Now that we have that word cleared of our systems, let's examine Genius a moment. The word carries a connotation of exceptionalism: Even using a source as weak as Wikipedia which states: Genius is something or someone embodying exceptional intellectual ability, creativity, or originality, typically to a degree that is associated with the achievement of unprecedented insight.

So we come full circle do we not? Crazy can in fact be genius, and genius can in fact be Crazy. It is the savant who is slightly autistic that can remember every number in the phone book, complete with address, and middle initial. It is the Copernicus or Gallileo who is considered “mad” when they propose the world is round. Gen. Stonewall Jackson was considered one of the greatest military thinkers of all time; yet extremely eccentric, and yes, crazy in his personal mannerisms. History provides us with many examples of genius thinkers who used their genius for ill, and were thus considered crazy geniuses, like Hitler, Alexander, or Nero.

Such is life, I have imagined it thus, in a shout to Forrest Gump, or some such colloquialism from my early ferrethood: “Crazy is as Crazy Does”

Which of course means nothing at all.

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snagging my gig

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 17:09:52 PST

ferrets are incurable nap fiends. since we have retired from chasing rats after world war I, we have been shall we say "unemployed" which has lent to our reputation as wealthy playboys ... i have an office, but the administrative assistant learned after my 6 month absence that i have no intention of doing any real work. typing light drivel and tweeting is about all i can bring myself to do. anything else would conflict with my strenuous goals. i am even running my campaign for President on the "more naps and dancing" ticket. i get a lot of interest, but the mainstream media hasn't given me much traction.

napping is just part of the lifestyle. why get worked up and upset, when a fine nap will do the trick? wake up, give a yawn or two, take a snack, and crawl back to bed. sometimes, when asked if i just yawned, i reply: "no, that was yoga. a deep breathing exercise" what a life.

Jedi Ferret by @FallOutGrrrrl on Twitter

so now, there are competitors for my gig. i have found other critters trying to get in on the napping scene. i won't bother you with a snoozing cat, or the proverbial "sleeping dog" which we will allow to lie undisturbed.

nope. it's worse. the seals are getting in on the action. we ferrets have been squeezed out of hollywood: no more beer commercials for Budweiser, no more movie cameos.... Geico went with squirrels, and an animated Gecko with a cute accent. having been thus indignantly tossed aside, we now have to compete with a napping baby seal!! this is getting rough.

notorious napper

seems this guy crawled into the house through the doggy door, climbed up on the sofa and snoozed away. the pic went viral, and now i am having to call my therapist, and booking agent.

i think the lil guy might have snagged my gig!!

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boston market

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:33:12 PST

it started with a phone call, a request.

"boston market, huh?" as the pet human grimaced and hung up the phone. we don't actually dine there ourselves, we were called upon to do a good deed.

"come on sammy, we are on a mission"

i love adventures, i get to oversee the operation, i poke my nose out, and if the sniff isn't right, i can hide, and become invisible. if the action get's heavy, of course i can take on whatever evils the pet human can't handle by itself.

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"i'll have the usual" the guy in front of us said.

behind the counter, a perplexed look from the cashier. "excuse me?"

again, talismanic, "the usual"

i stuck my nose out of the pet human's hood. i saw the back of a slick hundred dollar white tee shirt, sweatpants, a muscular fellow, with shades, even from behind him, i could sense he was quite full of himself

mr "i'll have the usual"

this was gonna be good.

mr cool: "you know, the usual"

"i can't really...... i don't .... what......?" the poor lass had no idea what this clown wanted

"i'll have my usual order, you know"

i was thinking, no she doesn't. she obviously doesn't know.

he coaxed her a bit: "i came in here and you know, got the same order three weeks in a row.."

i crawled outright, at this point, and from my perch upon my pet human's shoulder, i gave the cashier, mr. cool, and other patrons "the look" and that mind control thing i do, which told him something like:

"look fool. anyone who is trying to be cool in a boston market is a moron. and even if it were cool, you aren't hip, who walks into a dive like this and asks for the usual? get on with your business"

after much blushing, embarrassment and shuffling of feet, he finally placed his order.

and that is why i don't take my pet to boston market

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Parishioners Asked Not to Bring Guns to Church

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 04:45:06 PDT

please, if you are coming to church, don't bring your shotgun or machine pistol!

do you really need to defend yourself at church? maybe.

nuns wif guns by the angryczeck

Bishops in Wisconsin are requesting that parishioners not bring their weapons to church, now that a new firearms law goes into effect.

it used to be illegal NOT to carry a musket to church. some towns in New England still have the laws on the books. to protect themselves from "savages" and unprovoked attacks ( debatable language, even today ) churchgoers in Sandown, NH for instance were required to carry loaded muskets: just in case of an attack by the pesky native americans.

each church in the diocese can decide whether to ban firearms. nice of the Bishops to leave some discretion here.

story by Reuters: http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/11/02/us-church-weapons-odd-idUSTRE7A13J420111102

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there is hope for anyone

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 05:16:07 PDT

a quick post to remind you that you should never give up hope. ok, that's all i was gonna say, have a great day!

brevity is a virtue, but come on, that short?

kevin cotter was just your run of the mill middle class divorced box salesman and outdoorsy type, who's wife after 12 years left him. he has parlayed that experience into a book, been featured on morning shows, and blogged about his experience.

his website is http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/ which i found to be rather bland, and nothing special.

his photography is not exactly outstanding either, my german shepherd accidentally snapped a few shots while carrying my digital around the yard which are better.

his comedy? well it's probably not to everyone's taste, i wouldn't expect the shrill feminist crowd to take it very kindly for instance.

but his story resonates, the media picked up on it, and it demonstrates for all of us, that timing is often luck, and getting published can be like the lottery. when life hands us lemons, make whiskey sours. #ferretzen

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and to everyone who might want to cave in to doubt or get discouraged, may you find your ex's wedding dress, and turn it into Amazon Gold.

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uncle freddie has a nose for news

noreply@blogger.com (Samuel_Clemons) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 05:12:30 PDT

uncle freddie, against my recommendation dispatched himself to find some interesting material this week, apparently his masseuse was on vacation, and he was feeling bored. to wit:

"It's something that brings out the worst element in some people, and it's focused on people who are the most vulnerable"

The little person credited with bringing the sport to Florida died of acute alcohol poisoning in 1989.

"I would never force anybody to take this form of employment or pay to watch it. I think it's repulsive and stupid"

"The possibility of getting paralyzed is high, and then to be used as an object for people's amusement is very degrading."

these are just some of the highlights. what would be so controversial and create such vehement opinions, you ask?

why dwarf tossing, or more politically correct, and 21st century, shall we imply, "little people wrestling" ?? no. dwarf tossing sounds better.

a lawmaker in florida wants to repeal the ban on throwing little people around the wrestling ring, to improve the unemployment rate... yes, stranger things have been repealed.

this is a Dwarf

here's the link: http://www.dougstephan.com/blog?action=viewBlog&blogID=595465554578464602

Little People Should be Allowed to Degrade Themselves

and this link has a video clip that was seen on Jimmy Kimmel http://www.opposingviews.com/i/money/jobs-and-careers/rich-workman-why-i-want-dwarf-tossing-legal-florida

now that's not all the important news this week. a man was threatening to leap to his death and in negotiating with the police demanded an order of french fries. not even uncle freddie could make this up ... and after meeting his demands, the police allowed him to escape!

Police Assure Us The Guy Was on This Antenna

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/8825452/Pylon-fugitive-demands-takeaway-but-then-makes-getaway.html

uncle freddie threatened to visit me and stay the weekend if i didn't post these two stories. he said they were vital to the experiment we call civilisation.

i've spared myself the trauma.