Tuesday Flowers

My raised planter has been re-purposed. No more vegetables allowed (i do have a small clump of chives still hiding in there). Flowers are everywhere now. Some I don’t know what they are. So lets have a naming contest.

Ya what ev haters… so i like flowers – sue me.

The U in Life – taking stock

“Happiness is approximately U-shaped through the life course; mental distress tends to reach a maximum in middle age. Our regression equations allow for confounding influences including income, education and marriage upon happiness and life satisfaction. The empirical findings should thus be read as tracing out an age U-shape in ceteris paribus well-being . In some nations, that U-shape holds in raw data; in other countries it is necessary to use multiple regression methods. Our main conclusion is meant as a broad characterization of the data, and should be kept in perspective. We have not presented detailed findings from the fitting of high-order polynomials. There is, for example, a little evidence from our non-parametric work for a further flattening, and a turn down, towards the end of a person’s life.” –

https://www.dartmouth.edu/~blnchflr/papers/welbbeingssm.pdf

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 –

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.

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.

Something is Fishy

So –

I was surfing teh webs and came across an interesting little factoid about the Angler Fish –

There’s an obvious mom joke lurking in there…

Mental Problems – POS Ponderings

Sometimes I’d like to start out a conversation with Fuck You!! I’ve been told that that’s rude and I need to moderate my tone. That’s like only having one drink when you’re out with the boyz trying to get crunk.

BBF

Hello  hungry friends, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model was born June 1st, 1987 in Prague, Czech Republic.  5’8″, 40F-28-36 and 136 lbs, please say hello to Miss Shione Cooper!

 

Anus Lickers

What a nasty title –

One of you reprobates make sure you stomp this POS poat ASAP – it’s your calling in life.

Oh & anyone that’s stupid enough to open the following links at work needs to be self employed, or fired… or both – fair warning.

I guess some people will do anything given the right circumstances.

Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo

That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.

So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.

The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.

So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’

Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.

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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!