Check it out kiddies, the easter bunny spotted at the park.

Yummy. Ice cream hippy raps about cookie allocation.

Bigass cat here.

Then there’s this ‘spanation. So there.

Finally got that darn chat program installed. What was the problem, you may ask. Well, files were corrupted when extracted from the .zip file, that’s what. So, you got files magically turning into folders and the like. Weird. Time to celebrate.

Oh boy, Friday night link-o-rama!

Sorry, that band name’s been taken, Rob. Huh

On this day in 1945 the U.S. Franklin got hit. Here’s more about that and a great picture of a bigass boat about to sink.

Traveling Museum of the World’s Smallest Versions of the World’s Largest Things!

As if we needed to here it again, it was about state’s rats. Actually, it’s a very well written editorial, and a refreshing departure from ol’ Bubba Battleflagbumpersticker’s vitriol.

Snicker…

Monkeybot!

Watch as the poet gets a bit hot under the collar and squirm.

Here’s the plan, Stan.

{{popup ddc_rk1.JPG ddc_rk1 640×480}}Dude Dude Chick (pic) Made a gallant effort this Thursdee at the handsome Reise Kneipe. Alliances were made, hearts were broken.
69’s fatal flaw was to put all the kick ass bumpin’ song in the first set. He realised after that set, that all the songs left in the book were pretty mellow. That left them tired when playing the second set, flubbing chords and changes, missing harmonies, and altogether boring the audience. But they stuck to it, hacking their vocal cords and fingertips to hamburger, and left the crowd beggings for them to stop. They’ll be back on the 22nd of April.

If you’ve look up at the clear night sky as often as I have this month, you’ve probably been wondering which planet that is up there all bright and shiny and stuff. I know I have, so I consulted my trusty almanac. The answer is, it could be any damn one of the five; they are all quite prominent throughout the month. And check this out:

Late this month, all five bright planets are arrayed along the zodiac like a sting of pearls in the twilight.

Doesn’t that sound romantic? I hope to catch a glimpse of that, but alas, the zodiac is a might low on the horizon in this northerly land of five storey appartment houses.

Also, vernal equinox is on Saturday, the beginning of Spring. Dude Dude Chick is playing the Side Door that day. Perhaps they can work that in to the gig’s theme? Maybe play Coltrane’s Equinox, or we could call the theme “hey Vern(al)!”?

Lastly, another bit of almanac wisdom as long as I have her sitting on my lap: don’t say that spring has come until you can put your foot on nine daisies; which suggests that spring comes sooner for some of us than for others.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

It is Spring. We’ve now had about two perfectly sunny jacketless afternoons in Dresden. It was so nice on the way home from my job interview this morning I to my axe to the park and woodsheded (correct spelling) for a few hours in the sun. Now I am all brown and befreckled and have no need to go outdoors for the rest of the year.

This old stone house still has the chill in its bones, compelling some to keep heating some. But the sun is now out and shining on the chimney, causing the smoke to go downstairs and out of my oven. The Stube is full of coal smokey stench. So I built a small fire, now isn’t that better, Norwegian wetter.

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