Inner Ear Heat Sensation, "Nelson!"

The band of course, who was unable to survive due to your lack of love and affection. Funny, isn't it, how this site is bound to meet the same fate... no love, no affection. We'll just have to wait to see how things shake down after the rain. As the posts continue to pile up, I continue to form new and grand ideas. Or, honestly, I'm lacking them a lot, but have had a few pile up right on my front doorstep, literally. Last weekend, as I returned in the door after shoveling the snow away (with my cold, dead hands), I noticed a gift bag: To: the owners of the golden retriever. Man, wow was I immediately excited. I thought my dog had a random admirer, or, better yet, a well-dressed stalker. But, to my dismay, enclosed in the bag was a cartoon depicting my dog doing her shitting business in other yards in the nearby vacinity of my own yard. And most certainly, this shitting has interfered with their grilling, but rest assured, this "country dog" can still learn a thing or two about city living. All in good fun of course, the cartoon caused me to respond in cartoon. I'll post it as soon as possible for the pleasure of all.

Secondly, I went to a local labor federation political candidate interview and endorsement session. The usual talk of this that and the other, and how turkey vultures should be banned as friendly pets, and how the city plans to dedicate a large sum of money to creating a task force that will help kids find buried, lost, or trapped artifacts including but not limited to intricate toy parts and baseballs, and finally, how public schools can benefit from classes held in buses. So anyway, there was this guy, Will Sandstrom, who didn't show up right at the proper time, who was apparently running for mayor. The meeting was briefly put on hold, since there was another mayoral candidate who also didn't who. Sure enough, the announcement was made that Will had arrived and should please come forward. I noticed an thin, hunched, older woman with a stocking cap, filthy hands, and large rubber boots handing out some papers, but no well-dressed smooth talker was approaching the podium. But, as my foreshadowing may have given away, the little old lady was actually a crazy old man (mistaken for an older lady due to his longer than usual (for an old man) hair in the back). Well, crazy in the sense that he is as crazy a Finnish/Swedish man can be, but not so much that he didn't play to the audience a little, not to mention he's run for mayor EVERY election cycle for the past few. He didn't take questions because he used his alotted time to tell jokes of old and stories of the golden years, but he really wanted to plug this. I suggest searching for him elsewhere to see that some of his claims can actually be confirmed. If possible, give him some feedback and some mentoring. If you treat him right, he won't run against you in your race for local home leader, cat superior, or town fighter - he won't beat you, but he'll make your life a living hell.