All Purls. No Swine.
Following upon the heels of Netflix’s much panned Anne of Green Gables: Sturm und Drang (Not the title of the film, but you get the idea), in which her mean adoptive father dies of a heart attack after beating Anne senseless, a creepy man with suggestions of molester or pedophile almost kidnaps her before she is… Continue reading Desperately Seeking Peter Rabbit: Sony Pictures Misses the Mark
https://youtu.be/OKxTxEKvlmo "Little Dickie Feller," as my mother's favorite Pittsburgh disc jockey of the early 1970s used to call him. (No, it wasn't KQV's Jim Quinn. Or even Quinn's replacement, when Quinn moved to the bigger market of Buffalo NY in 1972 or 73 and was replaced by a young feller (see what I did there)… Continue reading “Some Days are Diamonds, Some Days are Stone”
Dear Peeps, I apologize in advance for the opacity of this post. I may lift the veil in the future, but right now I have no interest in shaming the organization or the individuals involved. I'm simply offering this as an object lesson and a gentle warning. A few years ago, I volunteered to code… Continue reading Here Be Dragons . . . The Perils of Volunteering in Cyberspace
So there I was this morning, laughing uproariously at a YouTube video of a sheep having joyful fun on a trampoline: And while I was noodling around looking for other amusing animal videos because I didn't want to go out and put on any more house siding today, …. I ran across the Australian news… Continue reading Words Fail Me. Well, Hardly.