Who knows what you might see if you keep your eyes open?
Your
Daily Warning That
Halloween
Is Coming
by DG
Repeat after me: YMCA, it's fun to stay at the...
(Actually
in the window of the Brookville YMCA.)
Foxes
Playing in (No) Traffic
by FWR
I spent a lovely half hour watching two fox
cubs playing in the (thankfully deserted) roadway. One of them jumps onto a no
entry sign and sits there for ages as though considering whether to contravene
the highway code! Sorry for the quality of the pics but they're very skittish
at this time of day. Couldn't get closer.
(Editor:
We don't care, we're just glad to catch a glimpse.)
from
Twitter/X
Somewhere
a middle school band director just felt a disturbance in the force and doesn’t
know why.
Jon
Yapo, about this amazing plastic recorder performance of Sultans of Swing.
A Bit of Shameless Commerce
by DG
The
daily writing prompt was miles. Yes, I know: like 'miles to go before
I sleep.' I wasn't in the mood for distance, so I committed this bad joke. It's
also a shameless promotion for my book Life in Potentia.
They
Don't Make 'Em Like This
Any More
by Tavaron da Quirm
More Creaky Humour:
The Pun, or 'Play on Words'
By DG
This
'joke' is from a whole book of puns published in 1906. There
were no laws to protect the public at that time.
The
character's name is Kilgore Trout.
I hate
puns.
"This is our latest novelty," said
the manufacturer, proudly. "Good work, isn't it?"
"Not bad," replied the visitor,
"but you can't hold a candle to the goods we make."
"Oh! are you in this line, too?"
"No. We make gunpowder."
Urs till
butter flies,
Dmitri
Gheorgheni, Editor

























