Wake up sheeple!

We must remain ever vigilant if we are going to win this centuries-long war on bears.

When our infrastructure collapses they will use their hoard of munitions as hard currency.

After that

Bearbots are inevitable.

It might already be too late.

pooftapus by Giant Hamburger
pooftapus, a photo by Giant Hamburger on Flickr.

A steady diet of broccoli and cabbage fuel the Pooftapi’s natural defenses.

It’s one of the few fez wearing cephalopods.

Jabba The Mutt by Giant Hamburger
Jabba The Mutt, a photo by Giant Hamburger on Flickr.

It is conducted outside and early before the market is even open.

Jabba the Mutt has all the inside information. It will cost 10% of the profits, quarterly for the first year and a conditional second round draft pick in 2014 as well as a biscuit.

There is a discount if you can speak Muttese.

“Goopta mo bossa!”

Old School Freegans by Giant Hamburger
Old School Freegans, a photo by Giant Hamburger on Flickr.

I asked them if they were there to protest an economic system that places profit motives over ethical considerations and needlessly props up overly complex systems of production that all but ensure that the products they produce will negatively impact almost every aspect of our lives.

They told me it was because I left the lid open, then hissed and wattled away.

They came before us, before calendars, when every day was Earth Day. How could so many cultures exhibit a parallel development of sandwich technology with out some sort of celestial event? When they return, there will be anger and if they had fingers they would point them.

The area was named in the mid 19th century for its most famous crime. The head of a baby was left on a stick at the highest point in the territory. Some say the Indians did it to scare the settlers. Others say a few corrupt land owners committed the crime to scare the settlers. The settlers, while almost certainly scared, responded by naming everything it could in commemoration of their amazing event: Babyhead Mountain, Babyhead Creek, Baby Head Farms, the town Baby Head and the now only remaining reminder of the Baby Head community, Baby Head Cemetery.

It quietly haunts one of the many ghost towns in the area.
You can see Mt. Babyhead there in the background.
•Latitude: 30.892674
•Longitude: -98.666983
•Peak Elevation: 1,617 feet (492.86 m)

The region still retains a taint of babiness in everything it does.

Which is mainly cutting-edge research in spider technology for semi-secret bio tech firms that house facilities in the area. There are many tax incentives here to lure the newest laboratories in this burgeoning industry.

They still use the old baby head trick to scare the settlers but now with added SCIENCE!

You will want to take a flashlight when you walk around at night.
Which I advise strongly against.

There are other lingering effects.

The feral cats between Cherokee and Llano have some unusual characteristics.

rainbow cat by Giant Hamburger
rainbow cat, a photo by Giant Hamburger on Flickr.

He apologizes for being late for last week’s post. Someone left him out in the rain. I am certain that someone will pay for it, probably in their sleep.

I like to leave Mrs. GH little notes

to show that I care.

I also leave cautionary notes for the cats

to little avail.

Sometimes I need something

from the store.

Sophia gave me this note

but just so I could pass it along to the cat when I saw him.

I made sure he responded.

I do not abide a dishonorable cat.

This one is just for you.

I hope it finds you well.

Soccer season is about to kick in.
Mrs. GH coaches three teams so it’s time to pick some team names.

This post is in loving memory of The Pandacondas!

Fortunately, pandacondas do not keep score because they didn’t win a single game or actually ever score. Their only chance was to swallow the ball whole and digest it over a period of days.

This year we might be the Good News Bears!

He’s happy right now because he has Florida Gulf Coast in his Sweet 16.
I’ll tell him not to bet on the soccer games.

I’m a ghoul, I’m a ghoul, I’m a ghoul!
You could be one too.
Wouldn’t it be cool
to have rubbery flesh
and venomous drool?

We’d live off the dead.
It’s easy to stay fed.
Although sometimes, instead
when it’s cold and we’re bold
we’ll eat that pet in the shed.

They’ll come from their porches
and chase us with torches
THE FIRE IT SCORCHES
so we RUN, but it’s FUN
because we’re ghouls.

This post goes out to all those glamorous ghouls that came before me…


Gaius Ghoulius Caesar


Gul Brynner


Ghoulia Child


Elliott Ghould


Ghoulio Iglesias


Goolio


and, of course, Dame Ghoulie Elizabeth Andrews

Without their leadership and inspiration the ghoul community would not be thriving today.

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