Looks like Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and ran back in his hole this morning. That means six more weeks of winter.
It always seemed weird to me, that if the sun were out in would mean more winter. But Phil isn’t really a forecaster. He’s a symbol of spring. If he doesn’t get scared and run away, that means spring is right around the corner. Not that it’s important. The dumb rodent is wrong most of the time.
And happy Candlemas to all of my Catholic friends.
Oh, and happy Imbolc to all of my pagan friends.
On this date in 1882, James Joyce was born. And in 1979, Sid Vicious got a little too high.
Oh yes, and in 1983, I was born!
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Andy… (big finish here) HAAAAAAAAPPY BIIIIIIIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!
It’s much better reading it in print that actually having to listen to a Zeigert family rendition live and in person.
We should make a recording and send it to the CIA to use in interrogations of Iraqi detainees.
clever, dad. clever. i like to think i’m not all bad, figuring i AM having a lead role in a musical. it ain’t my fault the rest of you guys suck musically.
hehehe.