… and, for some things, there are no words. (Click pictures to view original posts.)
It was another tear-stained night in the French Quarter, heartbreak hanging over every street like a grieving fog. There was already a row of shot glasses on the bar in front of me, drained like fallen soldiers, but I still had sorrows to drown.
It was Amateur Night, when every cab driver with the ten-spot to get his horn out of hock took his turn in the shadows of Parker and Gillespie. A beady-eyed quartet shuffled on stage; with luck, they’d only butcher a few numbers before slinking away in shame. I ordered another shot and braced myself for the worst.
But then they started to play…
Like coolsville, Amy F.
From our “sad but true” files: Somewhere, at this very moment, people are taking pictures that don’t have any cats in them. To remedy this injustice, there’s CatPaint, an iPhone app that populates any pic with prosh pouncy purriness pronto.
And as if that weren’t enough, the app drives other cats insane (OK, more insane):
Spotted by Susy P.
OK, maybe the car isn’t as cuddly as a Nash (what is?), but frequent commenter Yitzysmommie takes it to the streets with her custom license plate. “Tried to get Yitzy to sit with me on the bumpere,” she says, “but he was like ‘Nyerhle.’ “
I’m going out for “runnies”! Yep, I’m training for the big 10K run. Right now, I’m doing my little stretching exercises, and then it’s down to the park and back.
Photo of “Bamboo” by manzbstfriend, spotted by Lori W.
“My mom was really craving a BLT one night,” says sender-inner Sharon S., “and squirted this mayo man on her toast!”
“She ran upstairs to show me and we laughed SO hard. We have it frozen in our fridge.”