I did not get the full June Moon because of overcast skies.
The perils of irrigating.
Speaking of the perils of irrigating, I also flushed out a porcupine. When he saw us, he turned around, waded back into the water, and climbed the apple tree.
Silver also had a few things to say to me.
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
Walter and Willa were out of the nest and up on the trunk of the tree tonight. They were peeping up a storm, especially Walter. Nora was a tree limb over the horse stall hooting a grocer list. At one point, I looked back at Nora and noticed she was in a different position. A few minutes later, she was feeding Walter a gopher, as shown in the above video.
Willa and Walter up on the trunk of their cottonwood.
Willa keeping an eye out for Nora.
Walter is proud of himself
Nora hooting the grocery list.
I finally got Walter’s attention. “What now, you stupid paparazzo?”
Walter walking around in deep thought.
I finally got Willa’s attention. “Who’s that? Oh, hi, paparazzo!”
Nora feeding a piece of gopher to Walter.
Nora giving me Maddogs.
Willa stretching her wings
Willa walking around stretching her wings while waiting for Nora to bring her dinner.
While we were in Comfort, TX, this Carolina Wren was entertaining us on a wooden water tower.
Carolina Wren singing his song
Carolina Wren Dancing his dance
Carolina Wren taking a bow after a fine performance
Dawn
The above video is of Laurie, the cat herder, doing her daily routine of feeding the cow cats their grass (there is music with the video).
Laurie, the cat herder, with two of our cow cats.
Mallard Ducks being silly gooses.
Our baby, volunteer, cottonwood.
Walter looked grumpy, and Willa was half asleep in the morning sun.
Nora Owl look positively happy this morning. She was half-asleep with one eye closed. She must have had a good TGIF owl night out with Osric last night. I think she wore out Osric. He was nowhere to be seen.
Dandelion blossoms
It was cloudy and raining most of the afternoon into the evening.
Spunk lying in the summer heat thinking about the Lovin’ Spoonful’s song Summer In The City.
Resa’s Tree making a summertime fashion statement with a three-cornered cloud hat. We started discussing three-cornered hats and Manuel de Falla’s opera El sombrero de tres picos. I told Resa’s tree that she might have been a tiny twig when Falla wrote El sombrero de tres picos in 1916-17.
If you have 40 minutes, the above video is a fun performance of El sombrero de tres picos.
The sun making another scene before going to bed.
Glenda (foreground), and Gwendolyn (background) are in the catio looking for birthday birds. They were born on July 4, 2020.
Gwendolyn: “Three Years! That makes me like 28 years old!”
Gwendolyn (looking at the camera) and Glenda napping together on the deck.
Glenda reflecting
Spunk wrote a Heavy Metal parody called Death To All But Kitties for Glenda and Gwendolyn for their 3rd birthday. The lyrics are brutal, so dog lovers might not take well to Spunk’s parody. All of the cats dislike dogs, but Gwendolyn despises dogs more than anything. The first time Tristan brought Jake to the house, Gwendoly injured her spine trying to escape the monster dog that invaded her space. Jake only be’d a dog, but he really scared Gwendolyn. She lost the use of her legs for a week from her spinal injury. We were really worried about her. When she has gotten careless jumping on things or playing rough with the other kitties, she has reinjured her spine and again lost mobility in her hind legs. She still high-tails it when Tristan brings the dogs over, but she hasn’t injured herself in over a year.
Death To All But Kitties
Lyrics by Spunk Kitty
Music by Steel Panther
All right!
Meow!
Down with stupid dogs, I’m spraying on the wall
They look like shaggy retards licking on their balls
Pluto is a fool, and so is Scooby doo
Sniffing each other’s butts and rolling in their poo
They lick their butts, and people’s faces with their grody tongues
Everybody shout, “Kitties rule! Cats are fun!”
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all Dalmatians. Did you get their gist?
They’re whizzing on the fires, getting burnt to a crisp
Wearing black polka dots, really stupid critters
Eating Tootsie Rolls that we bury in our litter
Where are the Stray Cats? And Sylvester, too?
We strut around and act weird; that’s what kitties do
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Kill those dumb old doggies who have a pedigree
They can hump on your leg all night; you won’t disagree
Kill sassy Lassie leaving Timmy in the well
Kill Old Yeller too. Been done? Oh, what the hell?
Screw Lady and the Tramp, death to Red Dog Blue
They can do the doggie shag. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Frankenweenie is a drag, Snoopy, don’t come home
Let ’em fight it out in a thunder dome
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
This is another music video where all the images in the video are created or mish-mashed together by AI image generators based on the lyrics.
Fallen On Broken Wings
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Intro]
Grounded, fallen on broken wings
Angels are no more
Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
To knock on Heaven’s door
[Verse 1]
Homo sapiens that we are
Biped anthropoids
Fugacious errant avatars
Driving around in motorcars
[Chorus]
Oh Oh
how time has changed
Men in buns and skinny white girls
Meld into a single dress
Cultural Smores
Exchanges
[Verse 2]
Homo habilis was all
Handyman for an era
Gave rise to H. Erectus
Who was so effectus
To make us what we are
[Bridge]
Well you know
It amazes me
That we made it this far?
History does it again and again
D.C. al Coda, assures we’ll never win
[Chorus]
Oh oh
How time has changed
Men in buns and skinny white girls
Meld into a single dress
Cultural Smores
Exchanges
[Coda]
Grounded, fallen on broken wings
Angels are no more
Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
To knock on Heaven’s door
Here in the US of A, all states, with the exception of Arizona, Hawaii, and some of the territories, will change to Daylight Savings Time at Two O’Clock in the wee hours of the morning in the year of our Lord March the Twelfth, Two-Thousand Twenty-Three. That’s tomorrow for me, today for some of you, and yesterday for others.
Since I will have to get up to pee at 02:00, I will be squealing “Ewe Oui Wee Wee!” all the way to the bathroom since I will be holding it in an extra hour since the time will be springing forward an hour at 02:00 (making it 03:00) when I will get up to go. I hope I make it.
I wrote, recorded, and posted The Dreaded DST near the end of March last year without a video after Marina Kanavaki complained about “the dreaded DST” (Greece changes later than the US of A). This year, I used AI to generate all the images for the video. I incorporated ChatGPT’s DALL-E 2 together with Draw Things, Fotor AI, Craiyon, and Night Cafe to generate and gather the images for the video this go around. I only insulted DALL-E 2’s rather sensitive ethical and moral standards a couple of times asking it to create images based on the lyrics for The Dreaded DST. However, I ran out of credits to ask the AI apps to draw things rather quickly on everything but Draw things, which I have unlimited credits with (DT likes my credit score).
The Dreaded DST
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Inspired by Marina Kanavaki
Daylight blinds fools who have no skills
They create silly rules they are so unreal
Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care?
We save it eight months out of… every year
Bedtime at ten feels like nine
Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine
It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty
I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
Alarm at five it feels like four
Like a zombie, I hit the door
Preparation-H on the old toothbrush
Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush
No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job,
Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob
Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen
My boss is cranky… making quite a scene
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
We can look forward to falling back
We get one hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash
We’ve changed to DST for 56 years
That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear
Of daylight, we’ve been banking away
So let’s go spend it on our… sanity
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
Photo by Carol Orona
An Easy Rider
Let it be or be it not?
That is the question
Off Center & Not Even 