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This week sucks.

I’m just gonna say it. From a terror attack in Boston to more terror attacks in Syria and Iraq. A deadly earthquake in Iran/Pakistan. And now scores of people have been injured or killed in Texas with the plant explosion. This is one of those weeks that just won’t stop punching us all in the throat.

And after yesterday’s heavy blog post, I need something lighter. Maybe you do too.

Yesterday I had some cantaloupe for breakfast. And Willow really, really wanted some.

Here’s that little story in pictures.

Love and peace to all.

I can has cantaloupe?

I can has cantaloupe?





"Why does she have the cataloupe? Is it because she's a cat?" "It's called cantaloupe, Buff. Not cataloupe."

“Why does she have the cataloupe? Is it because she’s a cat?” “It’s called cantaloupe, Buff. Not cataloupe.”

"But Mom. I want the cataloupe. Is there a buffalope for me?" "There's such thing as a buffalo, Buffy." "Can I eat it?"

“But Mom. I want the cataloupe. Is there a buffalope for me?” “There’s such thing as a buffalo, Buffy.” “Can I eat it?”

The aftermath.

The aftermath.


Fart Nuggets and Death Stars

Just because I think we could all use some fun this Friday, I thought I’d share a couple links that have entertained me throughout the week.

1. HaHas for HooHas: The Fart That Almost Altered My Destiny

This had me laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my face. Streaming. One thing that I think happens with most people when they get into a relationship is that they have to eventually come to terms with bodily function. For this woman, it happened on date three. Read it and weep — from hilarity.

2. Why The White House Won’t Give Us A Death Star…


If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen me tweeting about this last week. I think my favorite part is knowing that the White House managed to have a sense of humor about this petition. No Death Star for us. I imagine Paul Shawcross, the White House chair who penned the response, probably felt completely tickled.

“Paul, we need you to respond to this petition.”

“What petition?”

“Well, some thirty-five thousand people want the US government to build a Death Star.”



3. Julian Smith — I’m Reading A Book

I probably watched this five times yesterday. It makes me happy.

4. The Lonely Island — Motherlover (featuring Justin Timberlake)

Kristin and I spent a decent amount of time cracking up over Lonely Island videos. This is probably the reason I love Andy Samberg and Justin Timberlake so hard. Seriously.

I hope you enjoy your Friday. If you don’t after all that, I don’t know what to tell you.

Sic Parvis Magna

Sic Parvis Magna

Sic Parvis Magna

Great Things Have Small Beginnings

And it is with small things this year begins.

I was out walking Buffy this morning, and I found the above ring on the ground.  The Latin words rang with an elusive familiarity. Sic Parvis Magna. Great things have small beginnings.

It’s a bit of a surreal feeling to Find a Thing like this. More so because it happened on the first of the year, as I began my morning. Before I’d even had my coffee.

When I think back on the last year, it was in many ways a year of planting seeds. Visiting conferences, struggling to keep our financial heads above water, writing new things and conceiving new ideas.

2013, this new year, I would like to think of as a year of reaping what I’ve sown. If not in total summation, at least a small beginning for great things.

Do You Have A Flag?

Over the past few weeks, there’s been a sense among some of my writer friends that we have something in common. Besides, of course, being slaves to throwing words at our computers until our fingers fall off. And not knowing how to “take a break.” You know. Beyond being just a teensy bit crazy.

That communal sense is that 2013 is the Something’s Gotta Give Year.

So, like Queen Victoria a couple centuries ago, I’m going to stick a flag in it. Because as Eddie says above, those are the rules that I’ve just made up.

I’ve had this feeling for a couple years. See above re: planting, planting, planting. My fingers are muddy and bedraggled from poking them into the ground over and over again. My fingernails look like they’ve been put through a meat grinder. It’s time to tend the sheep or something and hope the fields yield a measure of success this year.

No Flag, No Country. You Can’t Have One.

Never mind that the man who (possibly) coined the motto Sic Parvis Magna was a bit of a slaver shit and had a price on his head equivalent to $4 million in the sixteenth century — I’m adopting his words. If not his practices.

(I’m speaking, of course, of Sir Francis Drake. Who is remembered as a hero to the English, but we all know that in history, the opposing side’s view — meaning the side that got stomped in most cases — can often give a better and more well-rounded image. To the Spanish and the Puerto Ricans, Drake was a nasty son of a bitch. But he died of dysentery after attacking Puerto Rico, so we can call that poetic justice.)

The flag I’ll plunk in the ground today is that motto. Maybe even rephrased a bit:

From small things, greatness.

For 2013, I’ll keep working on the small things until something great happens.

What are you adopting for 2013? 


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