Where's That Pig?
Hey, how come that pig don't come round no more?
Guys, I'm not coming round cause I got no internet connection. That's the sad truth. I don't know what Paula or Spoke are blogging about up in Alberta. I haven't checked out Foghorn Leghorn's new blog in weeks. What's Genevieve thinking about down in Hopkinsville, Kentucky? What's on the Little Pig's mind down in Dallas? I don't know because I haven't gone to look. Same with my photoblog favorites. What are Leo and Peggi and Nitsa putting up for my admiration? I wish I knew.
I miss the snappy repartee at The Pondering Pig, although I thank you all for coming by and leaving encouraging notes. Patrushka has been really touched by how much you like her stuff and is talking about getting a better camera. We were looking at the Pigblog at Woodstock Pizza in San Luis Obispo yesterday, and she said, "Even Spoke came by and left an encouraging note! He NEVER comes by!" So you cheer her up considerable, as you do me.
Gabbin, our trusty nag, says to say Hi. He wants his own pasture and we want our own little hovel again.
Meanwhile, back in Nebraska…
Guys, I'm not coming round cause I got no internet connection. That's the sad truth. I don't know what Paula or Spoke are blogging about up in Alberta. I haven't checked out Foghorn Leghorn's new blog in weeks. What's Genevieve thinking about down in Hopkinsville, Kentucky? What's on the Little Pig's mind down in Dallas? I don't know because I haven't gone to look. Same with my photoblog favorites. What are Leo and Peggi and Nitsa putting up for my admiration? I wish I knew.
I miss the snappy repartee at The Pondering Pig, although I thank you all for coming by and leaving encouraging notes. Patrushka has been really touched by how much you like her stuff and is talking about getting a better camera. We were looking at the Pigblog at Woodstock Pizza in San Luis Obispo yesterday, and she said, "Even Spoke came by and left an encouraging note! He NEVER comes by!" So you cheer her up considerable, as you do me.
Gabbin, our trusty nag, says to say Hi. He wants his own pasture and we want our own little hovel again.
Meanwhile, back in Nebraska…
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posted by Christopher Newton at 11:46 AM
8 Comments:
Nope. It's just a seasonal thing. For such a time as this were we created. We've all hit the lull, the impasse, the dead-end. Something will happen to spur our lazy keisters out of lethargy.
As for the fad notion, I take that as a challenge. Time for some hot and heavy blogging....
But first some iced-tea and Stoly.
Personally, I've taken to streaking through Grandma's trailer park (actually, I do keep a hula hoop twirling around my waist). Of course, I only practice the streaking after midnight when all the world's asleep. As for my tie-dyed tee shirts, you are right. I used my last as a painting rag about 1982. However, I only count genuine tie-dye. No factory made facsimilies need apply. But a real tie-dyed teeshirt hand tie-dyed by a real hippie chick...now that's worth something. In fact, if any said hippie chick cares to create one for me I would take it as a kindness. I will even put on my hippie beads and some patchouli oil to complete the effect. Hmmm, maybe some plastic surgery too.
The photos have been wonderful, and Patrushka has earned a promotion. :) She definitely needs a better camera. (Matter of fact, we all do, don't we? I say yes!)
I was thinking about the tie-dyed thing. I still wear it and I still make it. I guess for some it's nostalgia. But, now, how can it be nostalgia if you never stopped?
Chris, I ain't a chick, but I'd gladly make you a shirt (I'm wearing the tie-dyed socks my kids made me the last birthday). Beads are OK, but the patchouli can stay home. It's one of those smells that brings back some unpleasant visions
connected with dosed apple juice many years ago that I'd just as soon forget.
Hula Hoops, by the way Theo, have never gone out either. Now a days they sell weighted ones at some of the work out gyms for bringing the waistline down. As for streaking, well, don't go knocking other people's hobbies.
Hee hee, leonard! I sometimes wear patchouli oil, and it is funny to see the age demographic that sniffs and turns their heads, wondering who is wearing it...
They are all grey-haired men, often with long hair in a pony-tail, sometimes wearing tie-dyed shirts.
And blogging is like the ocean. Waves of inspiration come and go, and as long as you don't start apologizing everytime you miss a couple of weeks, everyone will forgive you. HAH!!! Don't know if that made sense, but I'm leaving it.
hey, what about that tie dye tee shirt I made ya in 5th grade VBS? hmm, maybe i made that for me. but it was definitely your old tee shirt that went into the pot. by the by, the wumpus blog has been updated so go check it out.
Paula is right about the blogging inspiration. Dry spells all pass eventually. then the tsunami hits and all the witty repartee returns.
But then that comment about long grey hair and pony tails... that strikes a bit close to home here. Unlike Mr. Pig, who evidently gets the occasional haircut, I normally go a few years between shearings. Watch them pony tail cracks.
... Some thoughts permanence from the Pig's old amigo from a bygone era, Robert Hunter...
"There are times that you can beckon
There are times when you must call
You can shake a ton of reckoning
But you can't shake it all
There are times when I can help you out
And times that you must fall
There are times when you must live in doubt
And I can't help at all
Three blue stars / Rise on the hill
Say no more, now / Just be still
All these trials / Soon be past
Look for something / Built to last
Wind held by the collar
Got a cloud held by the breeze
You can walk on coals of fire
But sometimes you must freeze
There are times when you offend me
And I do the same to you
If we can't or won't forget it,
then I guess we could be through
One blue star / Sets on the hill
Call it back / You never will
One more star / Sinks in the past
Show me something / Built to last.
Built to last till time itself
Falls tumbling from the wall
Built to last till sunshine fails
And darkness moves on all
Built to last while years roll past
Like cloudscapes in the sky
Show me something built to last
Or something built to try
There are times when you get hit upon
Try hard but you cannot give
Other times you'd gladly part
With what you need to live
Don't waste the breath to save your face
When you have done your best
And even more is asked of you
faith will decide the rest.
All the stars / Are gone but one
Morning breaks / Here comes the sun
Cross the sky now / Sinking fast
Show me something / Built to last"
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