Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
or, the past seven minutes of my life.
or, it's been a while so here's something I've slapped together.

1. I had caught the OED in quite a predicament.
There is no such thing as "a pyjama".
And a trouser exists only to its wearer.
Is there no such thing as a pyjama-wearer?

2. I had been told a delightful piece of information by a short & stout man & a Napoleonic puppy (or what my brother refers to as "a kick-me dog").

UPS carriers often keep dog treats in their pockets.
This is what is making his dog fat.

& that makes me giggle.

3. A "did you know?" for you: There are more retired intelligence agents in the Pioneer Valley than anywhere else in the U.S. of A.
A phenomenon? drats, no! It is simply because we are in near proximity to a large Air Force base & this area is considered the most secure in all of the country.
One day the whole parade of smarty-pants will have to book it at the last possible minute before some five-alarm catastrophe falls upon sleepy western Massachew.
And we, the people, will become moon food in a blink.

Not so shocking, this is the same valley that has the highest numbers in UFO sightings.

[thinking cap]
Intelligence people walk among us as neurotic ghosts with the secret knowledge of a galactic highway above our heads. If the populus ever knew what they know, most likely it would take one simultaneous leap out of the biggest window you had ever seen. Like the cabinet leader of intelligence in the 40s...whatshisface...

Woah. Now that is motherfucken frightening.

4. SOS. I think that my site currently resembles syphilitic urine scattered amongst rectangular petri dishes.
Any thoughts?