Saturday, November 10, 2018

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The "Sound the All Clear!" Edition


SHADOW: Is the election over? Is it safe to come out?


MOONDOGGIE: A lady on the TV said Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez can't afford to rent an apartment before her Congressional salary kicks in, and I just want her to know there's always room for a firebrand young Socialist under my dining chair dust ruffle! Because Solidarity and Shared Snuggle-Space are the watchwords of Fabianism!

10 comments:

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

You have a DUST RUFFLE for your dining table?


FAN-CEEE!!

Fearguth said...

The cat is on the mat once again.

Scott said...

You have a DUST RUFFLE for your dining table?

I don't, Moondoggie does, and it's actually just a cover for a dining table chair, but he's alllll about the fancee.

Li'l Innocent said...

Wow, a dining chair dust ruffle!! And all those books on the floor, too! Those kittehs sure picked the right sort of Commie household!
Confusion to all animal-nonlovers, and we know who I mean.

Scott said...

We do indeed, Li'l ::furtively flashes the High Sign::

Debbi said...

Cats AND books! Yowza! :)

Hank said...

Looks like our place -- just much tidier.

Anonymous said...

Books on the floor? Well, where else are you going to put them once the bookshelves are full?

Rugosa

Scott said...

Books on the floor? Well, where else are you going to put them once the bookshelves are full?

Exactly. Since I have no estate to leave, and I can't think of any memorable last words, my will consists solely of a request to pile books on my grave in lieu of a tombstone. That way, if a visitor is disappointed by the lack of a snappy epitaph they can just thumb through the step pyramid of paperbacks that mark my dust -- there's bound to be a suitable bon mot in there somewhere.

Anonymous said...

ANNTI sez...

Anybody want dibs on the clearance-table clusterfuck that I brought home from Barnes & Noble on my birfday? There's some good stuff in there, but cue: naive hick music --- how come nobody told me that ol' Tentacle-Face HPL was a flaming fucking BIGOT??? Finally got around to try & read his stuff, and the intro the book ruined it. I know, I coulda WikiPedia'ed his ass a long fucking time ago, but I never got to it.

And if I'm vertical, I'm cooking on Thursday, if anybody's hungry. Nowadays, if I want something that's not a nuke-yew-ler TV dinner, I gotta do it or suffer the grease/indigestion/cussing fits of She Who Shall Not Be Named, so yeah, if I want turkey tit & cornbread dressing, I'm the one bent-over the damned oven. Wheeee. What's a holiday without griping?

BTW, I hope to hell that everybody on the West Coast/Great Nawthwest are all okay, as the network & local news only talk about the Cali fires, but I seem to remember some humdingers spreading around that whole region not too long ago. Love to everybody out there, long as they're not going all all-yer-refuges-belong-to-us with shitloads of guns. And yes, I mean "refuges," as in, "nature preserve," I am not going to pile-onto anybody disparagingly-referred-to as "refugees," I didn't care for that misnomer a long fucking time ago, I still don't like it when we categorize people as either 'victims' or 'winners.' That's how we wound-up with tRump. And scientologists. Shutting up now before this shit catches fire. Maybe now, American Telegraph & Terrorism will let me have my HO-mail.

All the love to teh feline overlords & crispy critters in Cali. Would give a tit to know how to keep Penny-The-Formerly-Feral from hollering down the hallway every night, if y'all have any hints... Or how to get AVG to stop punking my machine.

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