Archive - May 2015

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Four Photo Friday—2
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Feline Fly Hunter
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Is It Time For A Puntervention?
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He Tied Me Up

Feline Fly Hunter

Hey guess what? Cats can “play dead” just as convincingly as dogs. Who knew? Well played Kevin. But death by pitch fork? Really? A bit of a stretch. However that daredevil thing you did the other night—the one where you nearly broke your neck falling from the top of the window? Now that was convincing. Bravo. *Take note cat, window shutters are not ladders. And flies, well they are totally disgusting so don’t feel bad that this one got away.

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Is It Time For A Puntervention?

I appreciate a good pun, but not everyone feels the same. Some shun the pun and quietly seethe in the punner’s general direction. Sure this type of word play may not be the most sophisticated form of literature, but if one finds joy in a simple turn of phrase, what’s the harm? I once had a three week twitter convo flinging shoe puns back and forth with a fellow punster. A few people piped up to tell us to hold our tongues, but alas we chose not to tread lightly and instead ran ahead and even amped it up a bit to boot. If puns make you want to pun-ch a wall, then move along. But if a silly string of puns makes you smile, take a few minutes to listen to this recent skit from CBC’s “Irrelevant Show.” It’s only a matter of time before my family does this to me. Well, after they take care of my mother (the matriarchal punner of our family) first. Check out this “puntervention.” Puns—hate them or love them, this skit is for you! Listen Here. As a pun-lover and a photoshop addict, this image brings me ever so much joy.  Image

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He Tied Me Up

  You thought this was going to be some kind of S&M scenario, didn’t you? Rest assured, you won’t need a safe word to read this story. But seriously, I really did get tied up—by a neighbourhood kid when we were seven. We were playing in his backyard when suddenly, I can’t remember why, he tied me to a garden trellis with a skipping rope. There was rake involved somehow too. I had limited upper body strength (if you could see me at the gym now, you’d see THAT hasn’t changed) and I wasn’t able to undo my tethers. He left me there for some time. As demonstrated by my current freedom, he obviously returned at some point to untie me. It’s crazy the things we remember with such incredible clarity decades later—which is made all the more remarkable since now, at the ripe old age of 40-something, I can’t remember a damn thing. I couldn’t possibly tell you my kitty corner neighbour’s name even though I just knew it. And then forgot it. And was reminded of it. And then forgot it again. I could ream off a laundry list of things I forget on a weekly basis. Wait,[…]

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