I’m in Hobart Tasmania right now, so I have nothing to say and will sign off.

I’m in Saint Looie Loo-I, and it’s boring as all hell – unless you count the anticipation of a call from the credit union about re-financing the mortgage. Wowza!!

Peace, friend, from the flyover garden spot of Jeff City, Mo. Tanx for the lovely bassets!

Greetings from our nation’s capital where I’m busy this morning making sure the dronezes are flying on schedule.

Vermont checking in; global warming wreaking havoc as scheduled. Ann Coulter is in my news feed, throwing a tantrum because guns guns gay scouts guns and BLACK folk in the White House. Also, moar war. Really, now? Stronger coffee called for, methinks.

I’ll be reporting into a dead microphone from the bowling alley parking lot in Barstow…unless them scary doggies decide to attack…

Also, too: Drones. Because Kenyan Muslin Socialism, and shit…

Breaking News……

faux news has dropped two of their biggest idiots. Sarah Paylin and Dick Morris have been cut loose. Fuck em both.

Shit, there go all my weekend plans. I may have to go out and find a life now.

Reporting in from the capital of Pennsyltucky – the state where American democracy was born and, ironically, where it will be murdered.

But hey, at least we got lotsa guns and religion to cling to! USA! USA!

Are those kids rolling doobies in that conversation pit? Looks like it to me. Pretty soon one of them will pick up that Spanish guitar and sing “Puff, the Magic Dragon.”

Those were the days.

Reporting in from Western Cape, South Africa where the weather is a balmy (or Bloody Hot, depending on your tolerance level)30 deg.Fan’s on, I’m seeing bassets, the cats are fed, American gun nuts are nuts – same ol’, same ol’.

Greetings, earthlings, from St X, CA where it almost never freezes and rarely gets real hot. No matter what anyone says, we’re moderate here, moderate I tell you, moderate. In a vaguely post-hippie way.

Up here in Vancouver we have no hippies whatsoever hiding under all this gore-tex.

However, it is supposed to soon start raining cats and Ted talks. Not sure who we are supposed to blame for that.

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Down here in Slowvannah I’ve spent part of the morning digging the #*@&(# grass out of the flower beds. Shit won’t grow in the weed patch we laughingly call a lawn, but show it a flower bed…

Greetings from Wyandotte, Michigan, where the weather prognosticators are breathlessly reporting on and on that we may get a foot of snow on Friday. Snow. In Michigan. In February. Whodathunkit.

You mean, in a lifeboat like at the end of a James Bond film?

You know, I want to be like him. Someday I’m gonna be like him.

Me and the Li’l Creaturette are sitting around, watching ‘WALL-E’ and awaiting the next change in weather, here on the lovely Front Range of the majestic Rocky Mountains. Global warming, fuck yeah! So much less snow this year that I will only have to hold hot dogs and marshmallows out the window to have a good ol’ fashioned cook-out this summer. The expected wildfires will see to that!

Well–someone has to toss up an idiot for you to mock. Have at it. Wolverines!
http://www.spokesman.com/blogs/hbo/2013/jan/30/nuxoll-links-exchange-to-holocaust/
If you Google her, there’s a treasure trove of STOOPID just to make you slap your forehead and whine for more TBogg…or the DOGS.

Tbogg, row the boat ashore, Alleluia!
Tbogg, row the boat ashore, Alleluia . . .

*sigh*

It’s just not the same without the shag carpeting in the conversation pit.

I blame the Affordable Care Act for not covering the cost of installation and replacement of said carpets under their allowable mental health care expenses.

There’s a solution for that: plant flowers where you want grass to grow. Then let the @#$%^&* grass taks over.

It’s a lovely spring day in northwest Los Angeles.

I do wonder what all the police sirens and helicopters have been about this morning.

I’ve got the same problem here in Little Beruit, Oregon, so I mow the beds and garden the lawn.

Also too, you can clear weeds (Spanish moss) and then buy more at the nurseries here.

What a surprise!

http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/Republican-Gov-Rick-Snyder-backs-expanding-Medicaid-to-Michigan-s-uninsured-in-US-health-plan/-/1719418/18435168/-/12eqrviz/-/index.html

From my secure bunker in Richmond, CA…56 degrees under sunny skies. Got the local collage station [KALX 90.7] streamin’ the latest and greatest. Now what?

Release the Hounds!
Oh, wait – they’re just hanging out.
OK, Release the Bluto!

Meh. Such Wednesday doggs.

Are you going all ‘Billmon’ on us, TBogg?

OK, go ahead and work. Earn money. See if I care.
Here in crispy-cold Northern New Jersey we are awaiting what may be our first substantial snow of the season, and we are also awaiting our plumber, maybe simultaneously.
I am in desperate need of wealth, so if anybody knows of a source of same, be sure to let me know. I can draw, I can write, I sing a little, I do the boogaloo. I know the words to “Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean”.
And in the meantime there are doggies, lovely, mood-lit doggies.

Yay, it’s like having a 48-hour Basset Thursday.

I love the Rembrandt. The only thing missing is a bowl of fruit, er I mean dog biscuits, in bold relief.

The boyz look so regal and all…”put the camera down and get back to work, TBogg.” Because you are their servant after all.

The attempted Republican coup in Virginia just got shot down — by a Republican who probably realized his place in history would be forever etched in acid if he gave his blessing to the coup.

So discuss whatever down below, by which I mean every single way in which the promise of America is being denied to you personally because of capitalism/socialism/racism/sexism/ageism/ableism or drones. Remember: blog comments sections are the conversation pits of democracy.

But without the shag carpeting. And the grooviness.

And no fireplace either. I want a fireplace.

It appears you’re going to have major weather out there, whihc I hope you enjoy – I was snowed in a Hyatt in Reston VA during the blizzard of January 1996, and it was actually a pretty good time. Nothing like being stuck with no particular place to go eating and drinking on the company’s dime.

Having to go out after the snow stopped to find a house to buy for relocation, not so much, even in the rental Jeep Cherokee with fifty miles on the odometer.

I just found two seconds to check your blog, Mr. T. What’s up with the world? Those of us actually employed have no time for anything but workworkwork? While others (if they’re fortunate enough to have a computer, electricity, and intertube connections) are taking a break from looking for work to gaze at the boys?

Checking in from central NC, where the weather seems to frequently be unable to make up its mind as to what it wants to be. This week I’m walking around in long sleeves and a jacket. Next week I’ll probably either be going barefoot and in shorts, or possibly arctic gear. Possibly even both within the same 24 hours.

“I love callin’ North Carolina home,” as the tourism jingle goes.

Looks like a VIPER team to me.

Thanks for that link. In the story I found mention of this spectacular site, which clearly outlines exactly how the Kenyan Usurper is planning on taking over the world:

http://www.whatdoesitmean.com/

Apparently the Russians have threatened that if Obama doesn’t tell the world about aliens they’ll be forced to blow the whistle on him…

I want a 55 gallon drum of whatever it is that these folks have in their water coolers…

I used to shag carpeting, but the rugs burns were too intense.

Oh, great… Now I need ANOTHER new keyboard…

Hunh…eaaarly ass doggiez!

Testing, test..dayum. Iz true, no embiggening! Wonder why? (as soon as you tell me I can’t, I must needs try…)

I love to see the boyz embiggened. Oh well. I am seeing the boyz, and that will have to be enough.

They look lovely as usual.
Hope their dad gets a moment’s break from all that earnin’ a living and stuff. Thanks for remembering us, TBogg.

Just doin’ my part to help stimulate the economy!

I’m starting to think Thoas Dawgs know when you want a pic to share with us. “Oh, are you taking a picture for The Blog People? Those people who take treats outta our moufs because you can’t attend to Your Paying Job that buys us treats? THOSE people?”

I’m not sure it’s “these folks” as much as it might be “this person” since every story I glanced at had the same byline: “By: Sorcha Faal, and as reported to her Western Subscribers”.

But yeah — Sorcha seems to be smoking some really good shit.