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“When May the 4th (Be With You) and Cinco de Mayo fall on quarantine.” That was the caption for this image that Chrisy Mull posted on facebook. It made me laugh out loud. This poor compadre doesn’t even have Chewbacca by his side!

Last week I finally did it. I made a breakfast that could eat itself. I didn’t know that a sausage patty could come back to life like that. It stopped chomping long enough for me to take a picture. The weirdest part was how it made the “wokka wokka” sound with each bite.

Back in 8th grade I drew a cartoon with cowboys and indians for the junior high newspaper, Moccasin Prints. THE WEST IS THE BEST was written on one of the comic panels, and my friend, Melissa West, said “I like that caption!” Well here we are 40 years later (sigh!) I’ve waited long enough. I can use that caption again for THE EPILOGUE CABIN featuring Melissa West!

Tuesday’s crossword puzzle had some pretty good puns in it. I can’t always tell if the pistons in my brain are firing when I wake up, but if I can figure out the answers to a New York Times’ crossword clue after Monday (they get harder each day of the week), I know the gears are starting to turn. Here are the ones I laughed at on Tuesday:
Where did the sitcom writers meet? TV reception
Where did the mathematicians meet? Trig function
Where did the pharmacists meet? Medicine ball
Where did the Google employees meet? Search party

The next guest on THE EPILOGUE CABIN said she was grounded most of her teen years. Melissa West talked about her memories of Seneca and about how she looks at life now. She also brought up some stories from high school that were clear to her but cloudy to me– and then she went on a rant because she wasn’t one of the first guests on the show.

Nostrils flared. Birds flew. All of a sudden the air was filled with the sounds of monkey screeches, lions roaring, and a Tarzan yodel. My neighbors were probably wondering how Kitch could make all those sounds while hanging on my jungle gym yesterday… at least that’s what I imagined would happen after he texted me and asked if he could drop by and swing on my monkey bars.

Sometimes I feel like a hunter/gatherer when I leave the house and say “I’m going out for provisions!” There’s something primal that stirs in me… like a caveman who is going to kill a woolly mammoth… or a Hopi tribesman praying to a rain god for a good corn harvest– but who am I kidding? My provisions don’t include animal hides or a tribal dance. I just need enough protein, dairy, roughage, and audio enhancements to get through the week.

Yep. You read that right. Those are live fish on the back of a motorcycle. This was the 2020 grand prize winner of a photo contest in Smithsonian magazine. Before we owned a washer I used to strap down an army duffel bag full of dirty laundry and ride 150 miles to my mom’s house. This guy in Hanoi has way more balance than I ever did. According to the article in Smithsonian “sights like this will soon be a thing of the past: Hanoi is planning to ban motorbikes by 2030 to cut down on traffic and pollution.” The photographer, Jon Enoch, says his next project will be in India where he will capture images of “cotton candy sellers on the beaches of Mumbai.”

3 years ago this is how I promoted BEEP GOES THE WEASEL at Salon Kitch. My facebook post read like this: “tomorrow night @ 6pm we’ll return to the scene of the crime (Salon Kitch) for Beep Goes The Weasel — carrots will be crushed! mangoes will be mashed! we’ll beep until we hear sirens AND THEN WE’LL BEEP SOME MORE!!!!” No matter what I did, I never got too weird for Kitch.

It was better than Bugs Bunny on a Saturday morning. Yesterday when I woke up I saw that Ian Mull had recorded one of my songs late Friday night. It was one of the songs I played with Chris (Ian’s dad) when we called ourselves The Subs between 2007-2011. My oldest niece, Molly, lived in the Czech Republic years ago. She sent us emails describing her time there and eventually I wrote a song about it. No one has covered my material and then posted it on facebook and instagram. Ian’s the first. I was blown away. You can click here to see him play and sing Molly Writes a Letter. You can click below to hear the original.