Dawn
Koi in the Japanese Garden in Kaiserslautern
Not coy
Amine in the Japanese Garden in Kaiserslautern
“I’m being coy. Can I have a Koi?”
Common Shelduck
Bar-Headed Geese
Eurasian Moorhen
Last night
The Archer
The underside of a Eurasian Green Woodpecker
“The Woodpecker is way out of my reach!”
Eurasian Blackbird
Portraits of famous dogs in an Italian restaurant in Landstuhl
“Famous dawgs in Landstuhl? Not cool! Fool!”
Moon made an appearance between rain showers this evening.
Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.
A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice
Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”
Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”
Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”
Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”
Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”
Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”
Saved From in Hell Fire
El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir
[Verse 1]
Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one
[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright
[Verse 2]
I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation I had at hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass
[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
[Outro]
By the time I need to grill again
The mouselettes will be all grown up
Big, and strong, and off on their own
To tease the cats on chance they get caught
Their redemtion from hell fire
An old fool’s kindess all for nought
[Guitar Solo]
[Fin]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
Back in the grill
Lindy’s in Downtown Albuquerque
I found myself thinking about the day I had a “Dead Texan Burger” for lunch many years ago. I was not really into cannibalism back then, and even less so today, but I just couldn’t pass up a dead Texan. I found the notes from my lunchtime conversation with the waitress. I’m not making this up:
Waitress: “What can I get you today?”
Me: “I’ll have one of those ‘Dead Texan Burger’ specials.”
Waitress: “Very good.”
Me: “How did they slaughter and prepare the Texan?”
Waitress: “Oh! He was roadkill. We scraped him up off the corner this morning.”
Me: “Mmmm! Even better!”
Waitress: “Would you like anything to drink with your order?”
Me: “Pump me a glass of Coca-Cola, please!”
These lovely young women took my order, pumped my Coca-Cola, and served the roadkill.
As I sat at the table waiting for my order, I started thinking what could be more green than recycling that morning’s hit-and-run, and turning it into the day’s special? I also had a few flashbacks to a couple of old movies from the ‘70s: “Soylent Green” where Charlton Heston was beaten up, and being carried out on a stretcher saying “Soylent Green is people!” I also thought about “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” where the bad guys hit their victims in the head with sledgehammers, hung them on meat hooks to bleed out, sawed them up with chainsaws, and then cooked their victims and sold them as Texas Barbecue. Oh man! I’m drooling like Jake waiting for a pupachino just thinking about Texas Barbecue.
I searched through my photo archives, but I did not find any photos of the actual burger. I remember it looked like any other burger, except it was coated with red chile to help tame the wild taste, and it had a fried egg on top that, I believe, represented a flattened 10-gallon hat. I have a vague memory that the burger was tasty.
Picking up another hit-and-run
Delilah taking the lead on our lunchtime walk. Delilah likes Jake. Jake is indefferent about Deliliah.
Spunk catnapping in pink
Gwendolyn feeling like she’s being watched
Jake: “Hey, stupid, pathetic paparazzo! You’re keeping her from scratching me behind the ears with those lovely, long, golden nails!”
Paparazzo: “Spunk! Look here. Look at the camera, Spunk! Look at me already!”
Spunk: “Can’t you see I’m looking at the Birdie! Don’t pathetic paprazzos tell people, ‘Look at the Birdie! Look at the Birdie!‘ Well, which one is it? Look at your old ugly face and your stupid camera or the beautiful Birdie perched on your finger?”
Cold Ethyl by Alice Cooper. Video by Timothy Price.
The Day of the Dead
Making love to Cold Ethyl
Was it a nightmare?
Geyser at sunrise. I turned the water on before 6:00 am this morning. When I went out to check on it, I had a geyser in one of the hoses. I spiced it after I took the photo.
I used to do wheelies on my motorcycles. Now that I’m old…
Beeing yellow
Loki: “I see you’re worshipping your Sunday socks on Sunday!”
Paparazzo: “Huh? Sunday socks? Worshipping?”
Loki: “They have holes in them. Don’t you call things with holes in them ‘Holy?’ Do you not worship holy things on Sundays?”
Paparazzo: “Loki! I’m simply hanging up my laundry.”
Loki: “Oh? Laundry? Like in Dirty Laundry? Wait a minute. Where did it go? Are you hiding your dirty laundry?”
Tyronnosøren Wrecks
The USB ports went out in one of our Intel MacBook Pros. While I was at the Apple Store’s Genius Bar getting the MacBook Pro diagnosed, Laurie got a demo of the Apple Vision Pro. She said they are really cool and amazing.
Synchronized napping
Moon through clouds
Turn up the volume so you can listen to Freyja’s splashes
We took a long walk in the bosque this morning, and Freyja got to splash around in the Rio Grande, as you can see in the above video.
Glenda: “Whatcha makin’, Paparazzo?”
What might this pile of wood turn into?
Hmmm! It looks like a waterwheel. But what would we or the cats need a waterwheel for?
Oh! It looks like Marble is hiding something.
Marble: “It’s a Kittywheel! You stupid Paparazzo. You didn’t even know what you put together!
The Kittywheel on the deck with the cat tree.
Sasha thinks it’s quite comfy, but she hasn’t figured out that she’s supposed to walk on the Kittywheel.
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 