Dave's Blog

St. Paul Shovel Love; Has He Gone Too Far?

The Love Guerilla stuck a Love Button to a shovel behind a door! And he bellowed Oooga Booga so heartily it fogged up this window!

Ooga Booga!

The Love Guerilla struck again, in the entryway of the Namaste Cafe! Hey Lady, this one's for you. Ooga booga! Snap out of it!

I Am The Love Guerilla!

I've resolved to stick Love Buttons in public places for people to take as they see fit. I started with the community bulletin board in our lobby. But The Love Guerilla will strike again! Oooga Booga! (that's the cry of The Love Guerilla)

Chelsea

That's what I'm calling her from now on, Chelsea Chives, my Garden Goddess with the edible hair who's sleeping on the steps outside my kitchen through her third winter. She disappeared under the snow for awhile but poked her face out this weekend to wash it in the winter rain; by now she's probably pulled the blanket of snow that's falling outside as I write this over her head again. Sweet dreams, gorgeous!

Target With A Chaser

Man, I'd love to see a rent-a-cop go after a shoplifter on the sweet Assets Protection scooter! I'm thinking that any shred of street cred has to literally fly out the door on this baby!

Can't Sleep

So what better way to relax into a restful slumber than gaze upon my archived photos of a Cheeto? Click on the pic for a really nice view of the powdery-delicious terrain.

Quit Crapping in my Mailbox!

Everyone complains about spam, but spam is made out of photons and electrons and disappears with a click of a mouse. This rubbish is horribly wasteful and pernicious in so many ways. Every night I (like you, I'd imagine) pull a pile like this out of my mailbox and drop it directly into the recycling bin. This poppycock has got to stop! (Editor's Note: See if you can guess which two words were changed to make this post fit for human consumption!)

The Funnies

Found this on Salon.com. Testify, brutha; yer speakin' my language!