Fishy – in a pos way

The weekend was a bust for fishing. Saturday was the first time I tried to do a little trout fishing in the area I now live. Lots of water, but it’s mainly mud-bottom stuff that non-salmonids do well in but the cold water fish don’t.

“Taco Tuesday 2: This Time She Doesn’t Have Applause Because the ProBiotics Seem to Have Worked” : Dating the POS Way (An Advice Column for a Friend with a Title Shamelessly Stolen {& slightly altered} From teh Same Friend)

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So the big day haz finally arrived.

Mood Music

The Trees Are Budding The Bees are Buzzing and The Birds are Consorting – sort of

The pussy willows aren’t all pussy like yet, but the swamp maples are starting to bud. I also noticed what looks like the beginning of a bud forming on one of my lilac bushes. No squished wood chucks yet but the birds are getting kind of raucous and definitely flocking around out there, so I’d imagine new birds of a feather will be chirping in mere days –

Spring Hain’t Sproingin’ Yet… pos

The robins and redwing black birds have been makin’ love noises out back for two weeks (+/-). Those little bastardos are gonna be hungry before all the snow leaves.

Sartorial Splendor – Teh POS Way

My taste in clothing most likely can be characterized as boring.  With the exception of that amazing wide collared paisley polyester shirt that I had in 6th grade, I’m a business casual kind of dresser during the week tending toward black or other dark colored slacks with a polo shirt. Weekends are tee shirts and fatigues – warm weather brings out the much vaunted and ever stylish cargo shorts.

And Then There’s You:

 

Hot-n-Tot has officially spent too much time in AnnArbor

Artistry – POS Mardi Gras Edition

Remember when Chumpo used to post really interesting things about art? This isn’t it –

So Your Boyfriend BO & Your Girlfriend Mooshel had their pictures done; no offense to the skanky (insert Hotspur word)/ wenches that did them, but DAAAAAAMMMMMn!

So I tried my hand at a truly befitting preznitz-dental portrait :

I think it captures the essence of the oblah-blah years.

Watermelon Douche Chills

Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.

You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.

Tuesday Detention – POS Slips

Taking bets on who in this chat room spent the most amount of time in detention – the first one to say “never” is a filthy liar (or was a late bloomer).

Almost time to Whistle -POS Groundhog Style

Marmota monax – a pig by any other name is still your mom.

aka: woodchuck, whistle-pig, or land-beaver (heh)

How many names does she have, one might ask.

So, it’s almost time for the best non-holiday holiday of the year. We’ve been cooped up in our wintry nests long enough that it seems reasonable for us to rely on a rodent to scry  our future – whatevs; the little  beast prolly can’t be any worse at it than the local weather man/woman/person/Akava’ine/ Bakla/Bissu/ Calabai/Fa’afafine/ Fakaleiti/ Hijra/ Kathoey/ Khanith/ Koekchuch/ Māhū Maknyah/ Mukhannathun/ Muxe/ Sworn virgin/ Takatāpui/ Travesti/ Two-Spirit/ Winkte…. you get the point.

A Farts’ Tale – POS Pooting

Because this is a classy place

&

I am most assuredly a classy guy –

Some Music:

Some Poetry:

“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.^[7]”

Some Art: (no not that kind)