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Comfloofmanship (floofinition) – Animal practice or philosophy that every human deserves to be accompanied by an animal, preferably 24/7, for protection and comfort.
In use: “After growing up alone on the streets, the puppy found a human to take them in and decided to embrace comfloofmanship as a way of life, following ‘his’ human everywhere she went while monitoring everything that she did.”
Sheryl Floof (floofinition) – American rock floofsician, sonwriter, and actor.
In use: “Sheryl Floof’s songs, “If It Makes You Hungry”, “All I Wanna Do (Is Take A Nap)”, and “Every Day Is A Time to Play” rank among her most popular hit singles.”
After watching people walking up the street this morning (teens, no social distancing or masks, quite oblivious to what’s happening in the world it seems) from the shelter of my home office, I streamed “Gimme Shelter” by the Stones in my head. Next, “Shelter Me” by Joe Cocker bubbled through the stream.
But then then young ones drifted away like dandelion seeds in the wind. Absence their chattering, I instead took in blue skies and sunshine, the ever-greening world, and the promise of another day. With that, “Everyday Sunshine” by Fishbone jumped into my head. I seems like I haven’t heard that song for years, maybe since it came out in 1991. As it’s considered alt-rock, I don’t think it ever got the play time that it deserved, but it’s a lively, upbeat melody.
With a h/t to Metrolyrics.com, here are some of the lyrics.
I wish everyday the sun would shine
Take me to another place in my mind
Where everything is beautiful
And no wants or needs
Nor sign of greed
Could rule our soul
How I wish everyday sunshine
How I wish everyday sunshine
If we could fly away on wings
To a place where all could be true
And the skies were blue
And love was true
And me and you
Floofceuticals (floofinition) – Drugs and medicines meant for use on animals.
In use: “As with big pharma and human healthcare, the importance and cost of floofceuticals are rising for pet owners as animals live longer and require treatment for treat arthritis, cancer, leukemia, and other diseases and conditions.”
Pure Prairie Floof (floofinition) – American country flock (flock rock) from Ohio, active for over nine lives.
In use: “One song, “Floofie”, is Pure Prairie Floof’s biggest crossover hit single, but they have a solid following of fans among the floofful.”
He wears the same damn pants every day. They’re loose, so he doesn’t need to watch his weight.
He’s added pockets to his pants for the remotes so they’ll never be lost (not that he goes far – frig, microwave, shitter, couch). He wears a utility belt with Tums, cough drops, and other crap that he might need that he doesn’t want to get up to get. A small frig resides besides the couch for essential soda and beer.
Clocks and calendars have been removed; who needs time? Sleeping on the couch makes the whole damn thing easier. He doesn’t plan to bathe or shave until this whole damn thing is over, his protest against government overreach.
Still, his mouth is hurting, so he’s thinking, maybe he’ll break down and brush his teeth.
Hadn’t been reaching much news today (cause it felt icky on my tongue and was searing my senses) so I didn’t know until just now that today is Pretend-Everything-Really-Is-Okay Day.
Wow. As I age, I discover that I frequently don’t know WTF is going on (and even more frequently don’t care), so I’m not so surprised that you could knock me out with a feather for not knowing today is PERIOD. I don’t have happy memories of PERIOD (see, I just found out about it), even though it’s been around for several thousands years, pre-dating just about every holiday that exists.
I read that celebrating PERIOD means doing things that you would normally do, even if something is going on that might disturb you. You’re supposed to watch television, read, surf the net, clean house, shower, shit, shave, and eat, etc., as though everything is like baked Alaska.
What’d you know? That’s exactly how I celebrated PERIOD.
So Happy PERIOD to you, full stop. Hope you had a damn fine holiday.
he watched from inside
neighbors greeting visitors
hugs exchanged
kiss ’em on the lips
he seethed inside
wondering who
was cursing who
to death
Reading the news today, Sonny and Cher’s big 1967 hit, “The Beat Goes On”, sprang into the mental music stream. I’m sure we all know why that song deserves to be today’s theme music.
Michael Seidel, writer 