Maria Brettfall, a pilgrimage church above the village of Strass im Zillertal,Tirol.… continued…
The old girl was gimpy, you could see it in her walk. When the farmer let her out of the barn, she deferred to the grassy places along the outbuildings, avoiding the gravel drive and maybe stopping for a mouthful of grass along the way. Her two little ones were springy like puppies, black and white they were, curious, but not exactly friendly. The old girl, though, once, when I sat on the bench near her private paddock and played the ukulele, she walked right up to the electric fence wired and mooed at me, full on.… continued…
More webby criticism. I’ve had quite a bit of thinky free time. Not interested in my opinionated bloviating on blogging? How’s about an odd little museum in Auburn, Washington, instead?
I’ve read a significant number of posts by bloggers saying, essentially, here’s a bunch of stuff I need if you’re going to invite me on your trip. Or, alternatively, here are a bunch of tactics you, blogger, can follow to get a free trip. And often, that stuff irritates the daylights out of me.… continued…
Stupid memes. (That link tells you what the hell a meme is, if you’ve been lucky enough to avoid learning.)
Does anyone else hate them as much as I do? Then, wouldn’t you know it, some person you like and respect is all, “Hey, I totally tagged you for the meme!” When that happens to me, I go off in a corner and mutter about how I’m going to have to unfriend the oh so likeable Dan and Audrey, or that good natured Peter, and that is going to suck for me, mostly, because they have plenty of fine friends who are much less surly.… continued…
