Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Pawphecy (catfinition) – a process in which messages from Gods are delivered to humans through cat paws. Such messages often involve inspiration, interpretation, or revelation of what’ll happened to you if you don’t give the cat what it wants.
“I’m a haz mom,” she said.
“Oh, like the haz cheezeburger cats?”
“No, I mean I haz to wear a haz-mat suit when I talk to my kids, because most topics are so radioactive.”
Have you ever been on your computer and try to do something, and it won’t do it, or it starts doing something else, and you start yelling at it, “What are you doing? Why are you doing that?”
Yeah, me neither.
Since it’s Monday, and so many songs feature Monday in their titles or lyrics, I thought I’d go with “Wooly Bully.” “Wooly Bully” does not mention Monday, as far as I know. I’ve never looked up the lyrics, but I must admit that I don’t understand most of them. As far as I know, they go, “Mattie told Hattie about a thing she saw. Something (with big horns?) and a wooly jaw. Wooly bully, wooly bully.” Mattie also tells Hattie to take a chance. The singer shouts, “I like it, I like it.”
I don’t know. I like singing that woolly bully chorus. Very liberating.
I learned the song from a forty-five RPM record on a little phonograph. I want to say it was a Capitol record, from what I remember, but I was young, and didn’t pay attention.
Here is Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs from, geez, I’m guessing mid-nineteen sixties, with “Woolly Bully.”
A pile-up was reported this morning. Recycle to go out. Magazines, lists, and notes on the desk. Receipts to be sorted and shredded.
No injuries were reported.
You ever get up, and look out at the sky, and see endless gray, and think, “Boy, I could really use a sun shower today.”
Yeah, me, too.
Michael Seidel, writer 