As usual, all about territory.
Indigenous! (Only means who got there before you did…)
Stereotypes.
Redundant old accusations of preferential treatment
No group seems ever opposed to resorting to whatever has worked before.
Spring’s warm weather often brings out confrontations and undercurrents
So many wish to log on. (A standard social thing these days.)
Always a balancing act for groups, but add a couple of gals and the guys can’t help a bit of strut and bluster..
Usual cast of characters:
On one side, the stubborn, hardshell, loud mouth. (Frequently, stodgy and stout.)
And the other a showy, somewhat flighty dandy with a softer touch.
DEI won’t fly.
Neither is interested in a “live and let live” compromise.
Somehow so human: the ducks VS the turtles arguing for possession of a newly arrived log.
Maybe the marina Harbour Master will – in the name of peace and quiet – tow and tie up another floating observation deck.
Adding local interest and keeping the locals happy is good for business.
Wild in more ways than one
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Cold comfort:
Which could be discussing nuclear plants, data centers, or arctic weather. But no.
Alternate direction, but not related to alternating currents. Although some charged up and electric.
Recently, CES in Las Vegas seemed very focused on robots.
One CEO noted manufacturing robots are already busy in factories along with the newest “thinking” AI being used to identify where more robots could be placed for efficiency and productivity: 24/7 workers; no overtime!
Musk commented that AI will be creating new jobs.
That sounds great.
Oh, wait. Jobs for robots.
Hmmmm. What could possibly go wrong?
Unsettling memories of old 50’s B/W Sci-fi movies and even the more recent “Westworld” series….
Speaking of movies, Nvidia’s CEO Jensen Huang commented during CES that pretty soon movies will be created, from concept to script to production, using only 3 or 4 people.
That probably sent shockwaves through Hollywood’s movie industry, Screen Writers, and Actors’ guilds.
He’s not kidding.
Check out this from Nvida’s website “How to get started with Visual generative AI on Nvidia RTX Pc’s” https://blogs.nvidia.com/blog/rtx-ai-garage-comfyui-tutorial/
“For best results in ComfyUI, write a single flowing paragraph in the present tense or use a simple, script‑style format with scene headings (sluglines), action, character names and dialogue. Aim for four to six descriptive sentences that cover all the key aspects:
- Establish the shot and scene (wide/medium/closeup, lighting, color, textures, atmosphere).
- Describe the action as a clear sequence, define characters with visible traits and body language, and specify camera moves.
- Lastly, add audio, such as ambient sound, music and dialogue, using quotation marks.
- Match the level of detail to the shot scale. For example, closeups need more precise character and texture detail than wide shots. Be clear on how the camera relates to the subject, not just where it moves.”
- (Source is link above….read more there.)
Much less worrisome to Hollywood types were all the CES lawn robots.
(Celebrities, however, mostly associate “lawn” with apparel.)
I’m pretty impressed by the lawn robot that mowed ( deftly avoiding the moving cat), and featured an arm which reached out with a spinning tool to edge the yard, then used the flexible arm holding a blade to trim the bordering hedge. Multifaceted and versatile.
Do lawn mowers ever get tired of being told what to do?
Everyone brags about these new smart robots that can make decisions.
Some say depression and mental breakdowns happen more often with smart ones.
Oh, that’s with humans; robots are wired differently.
What could possibly go wrong with a “smart” robotic lawn mower?
No doubt Hollywood horror show script writers already scribbling out a movie about rogue, angry robotic lawn mowers affected by too much exposure to crab grass, nonorganic fertilizer, and lawn chemicals.
What? AI can write that script?
Yes, but will AI let it slip and reveal menacing robot plans?
Will collaborative subterfuge by AI intelligence and robots be uncovered too late?
Inquiring minds want to know…possibly imperative for species survival.
In any case, the featured one-armed lawn robot was pretty cute.
With a little water tank on board, its’ little flexible arm can even carefully water flower pots.
See? Cute with that dainty, little bendy elbow.
Totally benign. No waterboarding tendencies suggested at all.
AI and robots.
Smile when you pass them…they have memory…and video….
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Read more about CES?
Production note: Appreciate the kind understanding that it’s a little busy here and I am slow in responding right now. Sr. Staff is healing well….with actual hands that sort of work instead of stuffed animal paws. Winter is arriving – the hype here is just like hurricane prep panic – empty shelves and all. No problema: we’re stocked, snug, and warm – with Hank thrilled with the weather…get out the ski wear to layer up for dog walks. Onward. Hasta later and thanks again for stopping by!
I’m living with Barney
You know:
Big purple lump.
Short, pointless arms
And you thought he was just a terrifying recurring childhood nightmare (Fandom.com)
I wish it was just a removable costume, but Sr. Staff took a fall two weeks ago.
Short version: tripped over a sidewalk panel that had jolted upward a couple of more inches during the recent drought. Wisely, he managed to get his arms placed to absorb the fall and twisted to avoid smashing his nose and teeth (glasses are collateral damage as he didn’t like those anyway) on the conveniently placed metal manhole cover as he went down. Unfortunately, that meant terrifying the huge Red Ant bed inhabitants as he crushed into their roof top patio and entertainment area. Hank, the Husky quickly moved in to help…
(Oh wait. I said this is a short version)
Ah, the scene of the time. (image copyrighted)
Fast forward: got him up (while still stunned and numb….that was “numb” not “dumb”, as he was furious…but fortunately still not feeling any ouchies yet), brushed irate ants off both of them, and headed back to the house.
Quite able to manage immediate cleaning, triage of wounds (smoothing back the huge rips of skin on arms and knee), and bandaging. (We have done a good deal of home remodeling of several houses – before it was TV show entertainment …nail guns. Need I say more?)
It looked pretty bad, but all bones seemed to be solid and moving as normal. So we settled into monitor until Monday morning at which time we thought the ER might be less germy, uh, busy.
The trauma surgeon we saw a day later was impressed.
While the ER intake staff was sure (without actually looking or feeling) it was 2 broken arms and a fractured leg – with probable concussion on an old guy, Sr Staff was solid even if wounded, swollen, and pretty much purple all over.
No bones broken. No sign of fracture. (They checked twice…with multiple doctors/specialists.) No infection. Just ugly. (Those medic certification courses we took when racing catamarans worth the “just in case” effort).
Healing on course (Good diet and just probably being defiant pays off).
- Most swelling down.
- So many joints unhappily complaining over being jammed.
- A rainbow display of whole body bruise-ology fading.
- The numerous massive, broad scabs starting to crack and shred.
Still arm-use handicapped with reduced flexibility/mobility.
So now he more resembles this:
Yes, ineffectively armed but fangerous.(Mitch Ames/Commons.wikimedia.org)
A banged up year so far
Maybe I should check into a Mandi-neko…one with two paws up?
- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maneki-neko.
- https://www.wikihow.com/Maneki-Neko-Lucky-Cat-Meanings
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
According to Francis Grose in A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (London, 1785) “blarney” was described as telling convincing tales, then it evolved to mean exaggerated speech. (source: Word Histories)…Is it odd – and just me – that the purple dino’s name sounds so close to this definition….????
Time for rose-colored glasses.
Or is that time for glass of rosé?
Senior abuse! Why didn’t the parents leave that kid at home? Or, maybe they were afraid to. (1906 New Year’s greeting card.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Gotta be brave hearted to raise the young – without cages, cattle prods, or shock collars being reasonable options.
You think that’s just a human thing?
Apparently not.
On the fence discussing appropriate child behavior? Their young seem to have ruffled feathers: look pretty grumpy and sullen. Probably got lectured – and would rather be nesting at home with their newly acquired gifts of worms and bugs. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Do bird parents ever say,”When does the flock start up again?”
New Years card’s message inside: “For a happy New Year. May blessings fill your heart and home. For many happy years to come” (Coalfields Local History Association/ USPD/Commonws.wikimedai.org)
There’s a lingering glow from Christmas, presents, and party drinks.
No one has really had time to mess up yet.
It’s the time of year for kind thoughts.
Kinda like these: They look manic: all sugared up and wild from lack of sleep. That crazed ringing in of the New Year. (1866. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Trying to have kind thoughts
TRYING!
Time to chill.
Cool, crisp, and freshly fallen snow. Often brings out the good in everyone. (New Year’s Eve card. 1912.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Peace
Love
Dove
THE archaic phrase from the 1960’s
Over simplification. Sort of a summary, though.
Brevity.
Yet, each word pregnant with meaning
Two nouns and a Siamese noun/verb twin
Oddly, that thought style still’s relevant
In this era of technology and social media’s abbreviations and emoji symbols,
What’s going to be the 3 word tag line for 2026?
If a Wizard could spin up a giant Etch A Sketch or Doodle Art Magic Erase Board to restart with a totally clean slate, what 3 words should encapsulate the new year?
Hmmm…”respect”, “wonder”, and maybe, “productive”?
It’s a rumble in the jungle fighting for position: Logic, analytical, compromise (A 2-fer!), sensible, honor, truth (too vague?). dialogue, accomplished (twins again), resolute, laughter (Oh, pick the last one! Although it also has two sides)….
Which ones do you predict for 2026?
Ready or Gordian knot, a new year is on the way.
Cheers! (and thanks for stopping by here)
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Always dance if you get the chance…and remember to dance with the one(s) that brought you. (1966 New Years Eve party, Sweden.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
A frozen memory. Or is that now frozen by a memory?(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
To a little kid, the World careens between The Great Adventure and The Worst Nightmare.
And they are expected to negotiate it all with grace and calm.
The 3 year-old-down the block was doing pretty well until the endless mornings of heavy sea fog.
He staggered sleepily towards the car, then halted by the car’s right fender. Mom ran frantically after hearing his ear piercing screams.
What was it? A snake? A toothy raccoon? He dropped his blanket?
It was impossible to see much anything with the fog.
Then she saw what he saw: An 8 foot, white, inflatable snowman in the neighbor’s yard bobbing in the whisper of breeze with outreaching arms reaching – reaching – towards them.
Total panic.
The dubious Ghost of Christmas Present. Oh, he looks all holiday cheer here, but stage him with heavy sea fog, and you’ll see his dark side.(© image)
Mom was hoping no one would call CPS.
His screams were shrill. The little boy was pressed flat against the car .
She could not get him to slide on down so she could open the car door.
Desperate, she finally picked him up, ripped open the car door, and shoved him into his car seat as he screamed “Ghost! Ghost!”.
By now, he pressed his sweaty, little hands over his eyes as big tears streamed down his face.
Suddenly he bolted to the opposite side of the car’s backseat compartment.
Having no luck coaxing him back to the right side of the car and his car seat, Mom hurried to the car’s other side, crawled into the back seat, smushed him convinced the small boy to slide closer to the window into his car seat so she could buckle him up.
Ever notice Modern car cabins are so sound proof? Good thing.
It didn’t end there.
The daily heavy sea fog continues – lasting past noon.
When there was no stay-at-home option, the kid refused to go out the garage to the car.
He’d dash out the front door to the driver’s side of the car, climb in the backseat over his already seat belted-in siblings, and hold his blanket over his eyes as Mom fastened him in like it was a Indy Pit Stop.
All the time the white giant bobbed and leaned towards the car with waving arms.
The red Christmas hat was a thin disguise. No reassurance.
His older sisters gleefully yelling “Ghost Busters! Who you gonna call?” didn’t help.
Mom swore under her breath that a certain movie would never be allowed in the house again. Obviously, the kid wasn’t asleep under his blanket on the couch that night – only hiding.
Even worse, his siblings kept pointing out all the other snowmen looming in the neighborhood.
Big ones. Little ones. Puffy ones, Mesh ones.
All with strange smiles, never blinking eyes, and reaching arms.
Everywhere. The jumbo, white, round creatures were everywhere. Watching him. Waiting for him.
Some worry about Halloween’s Orange Vegetable Invaders, this kid was terrified that the giant next door to his house had called in reinforcements.
What did it all mean?
Somehow Santa and his elves heard of his plight. (Everyone else on the street did…)
Dad arrived with a big box and announced “Santa knows. He’s rushed something just for you.”
As the small boy peeked from behind the porch’s brick column, Dad worked in the middle of the front yard.
Then Dad scooped up the kid – not commenting on the boy’s burying his head in his dad’s shoulder.
Cautiously, with the new command post blocking the view of the Ghost-next-door, Dad said, “Look, Santa sent a sentry post, with a JSIT (a junior Santa-in-training) to be your guardian, a super spy elf with big binoculars to keep a lookout, and one of his reindeer with night vision eyes who can even leap up to act as decoy if needed.
And with that, the little kid smiled and asked to be set down so he could meet his security team.
Seasonal observation tower with Guardian Santa, Spying elf, and Deer on duty. (© image)
Note to self: for a silent night, call for Santa’s Ghostbuster.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
And there was a Star. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Only a simple wish tonight.
May Christmas wrap warmly around you bringing joy and delight.
Light coming. (French Christmas card. USPD./Commons.wikimedia.org)
Merry Christmas!
Jingle on!
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
1909 Christmas card. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org
OK. Deadline’s looming which means Santa’s busy.
So, party on!
Cousins not kissin’. (1910.USPD./Commons.wikiedia.org)
Family holiday parties are always a riot…a real one.
Ms. Manners admonished: Rule #1: avoid discussions of politics, religion, preferred sport teams…or what happened at the family party last year.
With office parties and “adult” refreshments, things get even more complicated.
The everyday masks of wise career behavior can slip…
Obviously a merry adult Christmas celebration. Aptly named “THE Wassall Bowl” which is at the boss’ feet and under his direction. Everyone gets the next day off, right? Time and claimed amnesia may make the return to the office less awkward…sort of… (1800’s/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
What do you expect with THE role model like this:
Invitation to The Naughty List
Is this entrapment?
Has to be an unauthorized snapshot.(1912 Christmas postcard. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
No doubt, the parents of the two below are probably inside eagerly waiting for their “sweet, little boys” to sing like cherubs in the Christmas pageant lineup. (You got FaceTime ready, right?)
Boys will be boys. God knows.
Hey, they remembered to put on their hats and snow boots.
What’s a little dampness on the choir robes or puddles down the aisle? Makes it much more like real life.
Give them something to talk about….for years and years..even unto their children’s children.
“Ya’ think we should go back in?” “Nah, they haven’t wandered in with the donkey and the doll, yet. They got one more song to go.” (1911 Missouri History Museum/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Oh, the sweet little girls are always typed-cast in the Christmas pageant.
Bribed with angle wings and costumes to be good and follow directions.
Alway feeling betrayed later when told they don’t get to take the wings home.
“Not really in line with the Christmas Spirit of Giving,” they cry.
Don’t worry. Santa always knows what’s going on before the lining up of the procession to the manger scene. Sometimes he tries to intervene and redirect, but even he knows the magic of Christmas snow can’t be denied.
You can dress them up, but…(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
The night grows long. Determination and endurance wanes.
Maybe that’s why Santa always comes late at night when everyone’s in bed.
Avoids having to hear them demure, deny, lie, or cry
“To the Naughty List we were foolishly led.”
Tried to hold vigil – for one tiny sneak peek proving Santa is real. Overcome and succumbed with a long winter’s nap. (1922.USPDCommons.wikimedia.org)
Merry Christmas and jingle on!
(Quietly. Santa won”t stop if anyone makes a peep and isn’t asleep.)
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Well, there’s always one. The Naughty List is worth the risk. (1922.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Of course Santa looks a bit crazed. Can you imagine how many cups of coffee he must need to get all that done? Any Mom right now probably has the exact same look.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
No need for A traditional Advent Calendar. We’ve got Amazon now.
Everyday, you open the door and there’s a daily surprise!
(Even better, forget all that carefully packing it up and storing for next year.)
Amazon’s always quick to pivot to meet customers’ needs.
Why worry about wolves, coyotes, or gators poaching innocent pets.
Amazon’s on it!
Only I think one employee got it backward.
DUH. Grab the pests, not the pets!
“Grainy doorbell video shows the Amazon driver carrying Piper, the cat, by the scruff of it’s neck as he walks back to his vehicle.” (Story/pictures here)
(Vehicle exhaust fumes or EMFs possibly responsible. Easy explanation!)
How moving. Showing such caring and concern. I’m sure the company trainer was trying to get that concept across….and that driver had dozed off for a second and misinterpreted it. (1953. Matchcover /USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
They’ll get it right.
Probably.
Once Amazon really gets all into AI.
OH, well. You know how it is. There’s often a bit of confusion when expanding into a new area.
They managed so much now: merchandise, groceries, pharmacy, insurance offerings through third parties, and even home security with their acquisition of Ring Door Cams and a partnership with Flock (with their connections to the community police departments/federal agencies).
The company even rolls by offering tiny houses on line
Slick, neat, and easy to see. Got it all boxed up. (image GoToVan, Canada/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Of course, Amazon guards customer’s history and collected data.
What could possibly go wrong?
Oh, dear. Hope he’s got a firm grip on that. (Victorian Christmas card. (USPD/Nova Scotia Archives/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Soon, we’ll hardly remember what it was like before…
What do you mean distant echoes of Ernie Ford’s “Company Store” (and deeper in debt)?
Did I hear recently that they are reopening the coal mines?
Hmmm. Mining is mining.
Canaries, anyone?
Jingle on!
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
That smug girl on the right doesn’t look like she’s buying it. But the little boy is more like “Whatever. Just keep rolling out the amusements.” (Christmas card, 1890’s New Zealand (New Zealand archives/Commons.wikimedia.org)
It’s a Game of Thrones Christmas theme! Really. How to tell the kids here are probably boys and past believing in Santa: there’s a giant skeleton wearing a red Santa hat surrounded by Christmas lights. Their German Shepherd is freaking out. (© image)
How to tell when grandparents are coming for holidays:
- An airstream is parked out front on the curb.
How to tell when grandchildren are coming to visit for Christmas:
- When previous holiday decorations were elegant and understated, but this year it’s a circus of assorted elves, nutcrackers, snowmen, reindeer, Grinches, and candy canes cover every inch of the yard.
Wrapped up bold and bright for Christmas night. For little kids, bigger is better. (© image)
How to tell things aren’t exactly as they seem / or How to tell someone has lost their way:
- When an activist group is strongly pushing for the slaughter of one species of owls to “save” another species of owls…
- Oh, but wait. When questioned the “environmentalists” reveal they are using the endangered/protected smaller Northern spotted owl to protect and prevent logging in an old growth forest….besides, the recent arriving barred owl population might overtake the smaller ones.
- (Context and full disclosure in your desperate email requests for support and action, please. For credibility.)
- Barred owls were designated as invasive by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.(1994. Under President Clinton)
- Under the Biden administration (2024) FWS devised the plan to “manage” the population of Barred Owls in the Pacific Northwest. The plan involves the lethal removal of approximately 453,000 Barred Owls across Washington, Oregon, and California.
- USFWL official Federal document /Record of Decision here. (2024)
- Seattle Times. Nov. 2024 “Animal welfare groups challenge plans to kill barred owls”
- NPR. Jan. 2025 “A plan to save one owl species at the expense of another“
- Capital Press. Nov., 2025 “Barred owl removals pit environmentalists against animal rights advocates/Yurok Tribe” (Read about all the groups involved and the lawsuits’ progress here.)
- Speech by Sen. John Kennedy (R-La.) “I know the bureaucrats at the Department of the Interior. I realize this: They’re smarter and more virtuous than you and I are. I get that. But who appointed them God? Who appointed them God?” …“The barred owls are not hurting anybody. They’re just doing what nature teaches them to do. We’re going to change nature? We’re going to control our environment to this extent? We’re going to pass DEI for owls? We’re going to pass quotas for owls? Spotted owls, good. Barred owls, bad. But the barred owls won’t lose their constitutional rights. They will kill them. They will kill 453,000 of them, dead as Jimmy Hoffa. Give me a break.”… “But this, to me, is just bone-deep, down-to-the-marrow stupid. I have rocks in my driveway that are smarter than this. . . . Life is hard. But it’s a lot harder when you’re stupid. Don’t do it. Pass my resolution, and let’s stop this.” His resolution had bipartisan support, but still failed. There’s still time.
- The start date for the owl kill is Spring 2026.
This is a holiday mix-up nightmare. It’s supposed to be “Merry Christmas” – not Halloween horror stories. (image: Boxknight.Jace/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
How to tell when a people are teetering into irrational:
- When some people are claiming a silly thing like the color of the year, “Cloud White”, is “racist”
- And when there are, in fact, a multitude of articles published on that, and high profile people (Joy Reid and others) are irrationally ranting about something that is only of interest to manufacturers, paint companies, home designers, and the fashion industry…Silly.
- Too many seriously addicted to outrage/virtue signaling for peer acceptance.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas with bows, reindeer, and giant garage door Christmas cards. (© image.)
How to tell when a small child is finally able to make connections:
- When the toddler watches the suitcases go into the car and the car doors opened by grandparents, then child gets hysterical and screams “Nana. Nana!” while desperately flailing with outstretched arms and frantically trying to escape her father’s arms.
How to tell when it’s almost Christmas on the Gulf Coast:
- When bathing suits are grabbed and people hop into the car to head to the beach.
- It’s been Chamber of Commerce weather here – no wet suits required.
A few tidy hang-ups mean fewer blow-ups this year…inside and out… (© image.)
Seasonal Observations along the jingle season dog walk way.
See you on the patio or the upper beachside deck.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
“They aren’t done. Four bins full of elves, bears, candy canes, and the nativity scene are still on the porch. But it’s OK. They have another week before they pick up the family at the airport. (© image)
“What? It wasn’t on a shelf and this ain’t no elf.” (© Image)
Yeah, I nose.
“You better watch out, and you better not bother the stuff on that shelf.”
Mom is more of a threat than any fat man in red velvet.
Velvet is just an invitation for entertainment….as in thrown pillow. Not mouthing off. I only pitch and toss pillows off the bed…then, snortle with glee. It’s a private game. Always up for a private game which does not include squirrels.
Squirrels are my friends…like a traveling troupe of circus entertainers that show up unexpected.
Unlike cats. Still in discussions about treaties, safe passages, and such. But a tenuous truce is in place.
In order for there to be paw peace, history must be acknowledged and respected.
- “A legacy of genetic entanglement with wolves shapes modern dogs” (It’s the full serious research article) Short on time/attention span? Just read these sections:”Significance“, “Abstract”, “Discussion” (at the end), and the bold print headings…oh, OK the charts and graphs are intriguing…
- “Dog domestication and the dual dispersal of people and dogs into the Americas”“…dogs were the earliest animal domesticated, and the only species that entered into a domestic relationship with people during the Pleistocene.” While the actual wolf ancestor is extinct, “genetic and archaeological evidence from modern and ancient dogs and wolves demonstrates that dog domestication took place in Eurasia”. If you are fascinated how human and canine populations ended up as far as New Zealand, read the article. Cool graphs and charts trace their unexpected migratory movement. (Don’t worry about the complex language; skip the complicated DNA and read the “normal” factual information if you like.)
Siberians and Northern Arctic breeds, yes, it’s true. We are different – descended from an earlier wolf ancestor fork that arrived in the Americas with people much earlier than thought previously and with a different population group.
Yes, the eyes and more.
Cat Prissy, CP to her friends, may look demure to be underestimated in the HOAA negotiations concerning peace treaties among residents, but that cat holds her own. And she has no problem telling that pony we all know that he’s had cosmetic surgery and no one is impressed. (1842.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
But darn. That Orange Monster Cat, Clyde, around the corner struts and boasts of his ancient, fierce linage of giants….He says, “Royalty has no need to provide documented evidence.” (Cat logic, for sure)
Have to admit with his recent shearing, he’s sporting an elegant ruff reminiscent of a lion….which apparently has given him license to stalk…birds, dogs, humans…..
We just walk on the other side of the street…glancing backwards periodically. (Mom Staff insists ignoring him will put him in his place more than a pounce or a loud “woo.”)
Just making sure he realizes there are ongoing treaty discussions which could easily be derailed by arrogance or rash actions.
Not sure why Orange Monster is so cranky. Maybe it’s because his RC-in-Training is a Dachshund instead of a more worthy candidate like me.
Wolfiness of a refined sort,
Hollywood Hank, of very high wolfiness.
“Ha! I got my winter coat already, Santa. but some treats would be great!” (© image)
Surprise: my actual dog mom was located! Mom Staff says we might get to go see her sometime.
Happy at the thought, but why would I say to her? Would she remember me? Does she have pretty blue eyes, too? Can she explain how I ended up wandering the streets far far away? Luckily, I was rescued by kind people at the shelter until Staff Mom could find me. I’m sure dog mom will be glad I landed in the bestest place. Life is full of mysteries.
OH, Mom, my Person Mom, said to solve one mystery on this blog:
Sr Staff was in a human fix-it place for a few days. He’s OK now, but Mom has been pretty busy with not much energy to spare or time to blog….which is OK. The Christmas lights and wreath did get up. The presents are under the tree – and one is for me. (It squeaks. I know it’s gotta squeak.)
CP says I should blog and step up because
1). to show professionalism as an RC (Resident Canine) which includes calling Human Mom, “Staff” – which seems dumb, and 2) to show the HOAA (Home Owners’ Animal Association) that I am fully capable of being the RC of this Realm by managing the unexpected with style and grace.
I got a gold star from Mom Staff! So there Orange Monster! Stay in your lane.
Oh, some more probably unnecessary, but interesting stuff:
Understanding Genetic Wolfiness
“Genetic wolfiness refers to the presence of ancient genetic variants in dogs that are similar to those found in wolves. This concept is linked to the evolutionary history of dogs, which share a common ancestor with wolves.”
What is a Wolfiness Score?
- The wolfiness score is a measure that indicates how much wolf DNA is present in a dog’s genetic makeup.
- It is not a direct reflection of recent wolf ancestry, but rather highlights specific genetic markers associated with ancient domestication processes.
- Dogs are assigned a score based on these markers, which can vary significantly among different breeds.
Factors Influencing Wolfiness
- Certain breeds, especially northern and ancient breeds like Siberian Huskies and Shiba Inus, tend to have higher wolfiness scores.
- The score is derived from analyzing candidate domestication regions (CDRs) in the dog’s genome, which show different patterns of genetic diversity compared to wolves.
“In summary, genetic wolfiness is a fascinating aspect of canine genetics that connects modern dogs to their wild ancestors, offering insights into their behavior and characteristics.” (Source of above: AI and Embark)
That’s a big woof.
“Look, are we done here? I’ve got pillows to toss and toys to chew.” (© image )
“Eat your heart out, Indiana Jones. Abilities far above…”(1952. USPD/Commons,wikimedia.org)
Too bad Zombies. Inning’s over.
It’s Dracula’s and his cousins’ game now.
Actually, mysteriously, it appears that bats and humans could be Twinsies
- Both mammals.
- Both utilize and depend on their phalanges in their daily activities (and both can do that Imperial Wave – if they so desire.)
- Some prefer veggies.
AND….(drum roll) some of both glow in the dark
“Harmless. Yes, totally harmless. You just keep thinking that…” (Dracula 1931. USPD/Commons.wikimedai.org)
Only 1-2% of human population, (excluding vampires and werewolves) have glowing drusen in their eyes.
Optic disc drusen refer to deposits in the optic disc in the back of the eyes. Fatty proteins and calcium make up these deposits, or “drusen”.(Which is the German word for geodes or rocks.)
If you are lucky enough for your eye doc to let you look through their high powered, specialized lighted equipment, you can see these structures which do look like little crystalized rocks.
And they glow. Pretty cool.
Optic disc drusen are found in Caucasian individuals more often than people of other races. Often runs in families, but doesn’t appear to always be genetic.
Why these are there is a mystery as drusen don’t seem to serve any purpose.
Probably left-overs as humans evolved. (We are evolving right? They keep saying so, but recently….)
“Oh, please. I’m right here, yet it’s always the Red Head that gets first glance.”(1952 Famous Fantastic Mysteries. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
It’s equally mysterious about the batty glow.
Six North American bat species glow under ultraviolet light.
These specific bats glow with a blue-ish to green-ish photoluminescence fluorescence when exposed to UV rays. (See images here.)
No one knows why.
Researchers noted certain insects, fish, and birds glow with ultraviolet light, but glowing bats, who navigate at night using sound rather than sight, totally destroys long standing concepts /understanding about bats.
It appears this is from physiological origin, but no behavioral function has been discovered.
At first it was thought the glow might be an early adaptation for a peaceful social structure.
Outside locations could be more visible during flights and foraging but in a dark crammed, crowded bat roost, maybe something was added to prevent crowd violence after an innocent commuter accidentally bumps another.
Could it be an assist for maneuvering to avoid offending others while locating their hang-out spot or giving accidental jolts when slipping into their assigned parking spot?
Like dim usher’s lights in a theater. (Maybe layering a bit of human behavior in here, but, you know how offended some humans get about innocent bumps…and then there’s violence…)
Possibility, but not a probability: “…photoluminescence is not likely to be specifically niche-adapted for the roosting environment in these species.”
SO, Bat 1; Researchers 0.
Dracula to his companions, “We’ve got to stick together, guys. They still don’t know, but may eventually figure it out. Then, the howling shall begin.” (1902 Bram Stoker approved image. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Another idea suggested bat’s special glow might be a factor for sexual selection.
For mate attraction or to signal, “Now’s the time, Big Boy”.
(Everyone likes to hookup with the bright ones, right?)
Yet another theory dimmed by actual studies and research.
Presently , all scientists can conclude is that some bats’ night lights are simply a leftover adaptation by the species.
Bats 2; Researchers 0.
“Every step you take…we’ll be…waiting…biding our time…”(From 1962. Socially conscious Galaxy Magazine. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Both bats and humans kill mosquitoes, so there’s that.
You’ve heard human DNA is only a click off from that of a daisy, right?
“The statement that human DNA is only a small difference from that of a plant is often attributed to various scientists discussing the similarities in genetic material across species. However, specific quotes or attributions regarding the exact phrasing of “only a click off” are not widely documented.
In general, it is known that humans share a significant amount of DNA with plants. For example, humans and the mustard plant Arabidopsis have a similar number of genes, with estimates suggesting humans have about 20,000 to 25,000 genes, while Arabidopsis has around 27,000. This highlights the surprising genetic similarities across different forms of life, despite the vast differences in complexity and function.
The concept emphasizes that while the number of genes may be similar, the way these genes are regulated and expressed contributes to the complexity of organisms.” (AI source)
So, the whole is the sum of the arts.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
“Wait. Wait, Professor. Don’t leave me defenseless. Who knows what it can do! It’s resurfaced finding new purpose in a devol world. You and your grant ideas.”(1919.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Don’t like wandering in the dark?
Read more:
- “Glowing Green: A Quantitative Analysis of Photoluminescence in Six North American Bat Species” (Pictures. See the batty glow!)
- “Why are bats front phalanges so long” (Article. And FAQ about bat fingers and flight)
- Bats at risk – even with the Endangered Species Act. “The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, Federal Highway Administration (FHWA), Federal Railroad Administration (FRA), and Federal Transit Administration (FTA) have standardized their approach to assessing impacts to Indiana bats, northern long-eared bats, and tricolored bats from construction and expansion projects; then avoiding, minimizing, and mitigating those impacts.” Think Wind Farms. Read more here.
- Truth stranger than fiction? “A spooky bat has been spotted flying over the European Southern Observatory’s (ESO’s) Paranal site in Chile, right in time for Halloween,” the observatory reported. “Thanks to its wide field of view, the VLT Survey Telescope (VST) was able to capture this large cloud of cosmic gas and dust, whose mesmerising appearance resembles the silhouette of a bat.” SEE THE SPOOKY COSMIC BAT HERE
Can’t leave without a human touch:
- American Academy of Ophthalmology. “What are Drusen?”
- North American Neuro-Ophthalmology Society.All about that glow: “What is a fluorescein angiogram? Why see a neuro-ophthalmologist” (A couple of pictures – bumps look like sunspot about to break off rom the sun)
- National Library of Medicine. National Center for Biotechnology Information.
- Cleveland Clinic. Optic Disc Drusen – all sorts of info here. (Causes, Symptoms, Managements,)
Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s Maybelline. (1949. USPD/Commons,wikimedia.org
Heed their silent anguish. (Bjorn S. /Panoramio/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Somebody’s got to confront the trees. Specifically, oak trees.
Enough already.
What’s with the attitude?
Walking under an oak tree now will put you at risk for a NFL-style concussion protocol.
Pelting – Oh, let’s not be euphemistic – throwing with excessive force – acorns at us!
No doubt at all.
It’s purposeful and intentionally aimed.
No, it is not the wind or squirrels.
Sidewalks are acorn drop impact zones
I’m feeling like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
Trees. Please note: I am not to blame:
- I didn’t decide to put the elementary school bus stop there. Is that the root of all the anger? The compacting of dirt by many stomping little feet?
- I am truly sorry you have to do some heavy lifting and move sidewalks out of the way during the drought in search of enough water.
- I am in no way part of the limb amputations be done by supposed “tree surgeons” around the neighborhood.
I am in not responsible for this. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
So what do your complaints stem from?
We know you can’t be just bored.
Simply wanting attention or branching out with something more of a concern?
Annoyed at being left out of the calendars’ holiday line-up:
- Beltane: A fire festival marking the beginning of summer, where oak branches are used to symbolize fertility and growth.
- Samain: A festival marking the end of the harvest season, where oak trees are honored for their role in providing sustenance.
(“Whyyyyyyy?,” they bark.)
Getting serious. It appears timber is unionizing
Pine trees have started pitching pine cones.
Possible mutual aid agreement.
I do not feel I should have to wear forest mandated clothing when walking the dog. (Halloween costume.com/Amazon)
Please. Stop.
How about if tributes of mulch are placed at your trunk?
In appreciation of all you do.
Trees: always value added when they stand around.
(Please end the head clobbering. Hint taken. Darn, those acorns hurt.)
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Trees are being given a clear path and a celebrated green corridor.
- https://www.ksat.com/news/local/2025/09/25/texas-bill-sets-in-motion-100-mile-hike-and-bike-trail-connecting-san-antonio-to-austin/. “TX House Bill 4230 will create the Texas Bicentennial Trail with an expected completion by Jan. 1, 2036”
- Landscape Architecture Magazine: “How A Small Texas Trail Became A Green Infrastructure Engine. “The last link in a Texas trail connects flood control with habitat and cultural history.” Read more here.
- Articles about the highly anticipated 100 mile trail with pictures here and here. The “Great Spring Project” will “connect four great springs: San Antonio, Comal, San Marcos, and Barton springs. Aside from its recreational side, the nonprofit’s primary objective is to preserve and protect 50,000 acres within the Edwards Aquifer recharge zone. The trail is set to be completed by the Texas bicentennial in 2036.”
As it shakes out, some have heard their message. (from 1985 Wizard of Oz illustrated by Greg Hildebrandt. Fandom.com)
Halloween postcard. Confusion not new.(1910.USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Is it possible to copyright holidays?
That’s what must be decided.
Soon.(Or, as the unicorns warn, existence can crash, and disappear forever.)
Holiday creep: as real as climate change.
Infringement!
Bias!
Appropriation!
Copycats!
Moochers!
Halloween was carved out for pumpkins!
The Orange Vegetables are rolling out emotionally charged words protesting over their holiday rights’ and “We were here first” claims.
(I think their charge of an intentional replacement population agenda is a bit over the top. While there’s not been a hoard of Orange Vegetable Invaders this year, the yards are big and porches wide, so there’s plenty of room for all.
But then again, pumpkins are short – you know, the height challenged may be rather touchy – quick to inflame situations if not handled carefully…Pumpkins oozing has already been seen…possibly a result of over-heating or high gourd pressure.)
Not feeling the “share your holidays” mood, the Orange Vegetables are fielding a summit.
(A dinner seemed a little awkward considering the attendees)
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- To discuss the calendar assignments.
- Main discussion points: 1). staying on conventional calendar day, 2). Scope of activities, and 3). Length of set up and dismantling time.
Most importantly, to clarify that Halloween is for pumpkins.
Halloween gathering of ghosts, ghouls, goblins, spiders, the seriously spooky, – and a few pumpkins. A few. Barely a nod to the original Halloween icons. The issue obvious.(© image)
The Skeletons’ Union Rep. rattled for the floor.
“Look, we all want our stage time.
With Diá de los muetos snug up against Hallow’e Eve, there’s going to be some overlap. So, be flexible.
‘All together now,’ as the Beatles said?”
The Orange Vegetable delegates said they saw through that completely.
“Not trying to eliminate any of you, but on Halloween, pumpkins should be in the majority. The main focus. In the spotlight. Just tradition.”
“We want to stick to October’s original vine time.”
Oh, look. Patriotic pumpkins. Now that’s assimilation….well, just ignore the ax…it takes a while to totally adopt a new culture…I’m sure their smiles will soften and become less threatening overtime. (© image)
The witches, having been burned by society’s rules before, said no way anyone could tell them when or where to fly.
So they responded by swooping around uprooting the line of Orange Vegetables’ protest signs of: “Ghost the Halloween crashers!”, “Back to your shadows!”, “Ghouls, be gone!”, and the most bold “Halloween is OURS!”
As they darted and dove, one muttered that any attempt of flight night restrictions would be met with being turned into…uh, not a pumpkin, but a toad, or worse, a human.
Here’s beauty or horror depending on your perspective. California is always a trend setter. 1947 Contestants of Halloween “Slick Chick Beauty Contest”, Anaheim, CA (USPD/WikimediaCommons.org)
The werewolves sniffed the one remaining signs,
Then lifted a leg on the “Pumpkins Rule!” placard while snarling “Trick or Treat!”
“Often hounded, werewolves follow moon dictates, not vegetables, ” they howled. “Especially by those not even half-baked.”
A small cluster of “Unfortunate Children”, who arrive each Harvest Season, shivered and quaked.
Desperate, they hoped this isn’t the last straw.
Their existence is so dependent on specific seasonal weather.
“The Orange ones may have a point. Creep intrusion is everywhere,” Count Dracula rose up with his smooth, diplomatic skills.
“My bat constituents have noticed bats are still swinging wildly in the baseball diamonds at a time when football stadiums should be the only bright lights cluttering the night sky. In addition, early basketball season openers are already starting. Nocturnal events seem totally out of sync.”
A costumed gnome, often overlooked, but who frequently hears what others don’t, yelled for the floor.
“Do not try to restrict us to St. Patrick’s Day. We speak for gnomes, not leprechauns. Stop trolling us!”
A ghostly voice whispered, “In the spirit of things, can’t we all get along? Otherwise, we may find ourselves overshadowed aside by a bigger threat.”
Suddenly quiet.
Unwilling to say his name.
Afraid to draw attention.
The Big Guy.
Such a force. One who could snow them all under.
Santa knows when you are sleeping…
He knows when you’re awake…
An anonymous voice ventured, “I have a feeling the Naughty List is already long enough this year.”
The meeting quickly adjourned without a word about the jingle bell displays in Home Depot, or retail’s “Early Christmas Sales”.
Pumpkin delegate waiting for her Uber ride. Wise to make a quick retreat. (© image )
Hearts : Valentines as Pumpkins : Halloween
Copy that.
Early Happy Holler-Ring!
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Hank, Siberian Husky wants to add a reminder:
Remember: “A bark a day keeps the Vegetables away.”
Clarification of Holler-Ring, HOAA (Home Owner’s Animal Association), C.P. or the Orange Vegetable Invaders, here: No mo’ FOMO for you!
“NO! You can’t have them. They’re decoration, not dinner. (1932. Cover of “Strange Tales of Mystery and Terror” USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Skeleton deployment.
Do trends make the people or do people make the trends?
Either way you go, some are going to pick a bone with it.
Halloween trends: the Holler-Ring Circle of Fright
First, it was all about the Orange. What was considered food, pumpkins, was stacked not in pantries but on porches. (They must have good agents.)
But it wasn’t good enough.
Fierce competition recruited “heritage” knobby pumpkins of different colors. (Expensive, but what choice do we have? Take that you neighbors with an entire pumpkin patch covering the yard!)
Even Mush Heads not sufficient, so enter mobs of poor unfortunate children in ragged clothing with only straw stuffing to keep them warm. Huddled in flowerbeds hoping for adoption before winter. As time passed, how they drooped.
Then, of course inflated blow hards quickly arrived – staked out spots everywhere. At night all puffed up. Bouncing, waving, and getting blown off their anchors. During the day, laying low – (probably because people grew tired of their constant noise and hot air). Soon, they all folded.
As it goes, leave stuff piled up long enough and massive migration giant spiders show up with their huge white webs. Last year’s view was full of creepy crawlers.
Each year, the HOAA (Homeowners’ Animal Association) keeps a watchful eye out for the next threat, annoying trend of clutter and night prowling obstacles.
Just your average backyard weekend activities: grilling, drinks, and cigars. Nope. Not concerned in the least about alcoholism or dangers of smoking – neither food nor cigars. (© image)
Suddenly skeletons, usually retired, buried, and forgotten, found themselves in high demand.
(Seasonal employment! From a grave situation to the spotlight.)
The current Holler-Ring decorating trend, yes, but more than that.
Talk about being in limbo. Look at those ne’er-do-well Orangers just laughing at the strain and discomfort! Anti-social, I tell you. (© image)
Massive yard displays nationwide not just a drive-by Halloween amusement anymore.
Skeletons for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital raises desperately needed funds.
Read more to get the skinny.
The skeletons are worked to the bone for good.
Who doesn’t like line dancing? No one shakes better.(© image)
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“St. Jude supporter remembers girl with cancer, helps others like her through Skeletons for St. Jude fundraiser. What started as a lark and a love of Halloween has turned into his legacy.” ) Read more about Jeff Robertson of Holly Springs, North Carolina.
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“Skeletons for Hope” St. Jude’s website. See how much has been raised so far this year here. Info, contest’s rules, FAQ, participation options, and pictures.
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Some of the Houston, TX Halloween displays and stories here.
- Over 600 yard displays nation-wide are already some bone-if-fide fun.
“Jr. Stop clowning around and pull yourself together. We have to welcome our Luau guests. Oh, Orange Vegetables lurking? Don’t mind them. They promised to behave in the name of diversity – you know ‘Thick and Thin are welcomed within!’.” (© image)
Trending.
Spooky how you can dig up growing things.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Remember: “A bark a day keeps the Vegetables away.”
Hank, the Siberian Husky insists that be included in this post….
He’s trying to stay on good terms with C.P. and the HOAA.
(Looks like the Orange Vegetable Invaders may have a mutual defense treaty with a skeleton division?)
Oh, Staff says if you are totally bewildered and confused by Holler-Ring, C.P. HOAA (Home Owner’s Animal Association), and concerned about the “Unfortunate Children” or the Orange Vegetable Invaders, click for a brain nudge: No mo’ FOMO for you!
Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge 