Thursday, October 30, 2014

The True Terror of the Season

     Serious subject time: we have to talk about a subject that casts a pall over us all.....


I usually glance over them with a faintly amused eye, but this year, they came onto my radar and aroused both ire and pity because of this:

Slave Leia Cat Costume

My Niece in law(is that a thing?) had the best comment on this
"doesn't it need like three more bras?"
He'll freeze before he reaches the first marker

Then I'll see you in hell!

Judge him not by his size

Odie Wan Kenodie
Drop the Chalupas

Yo Quiero Taco Bell dressing a chihuahua like this racially insensitive?

That Armors too strong for blasters!

bet he'll get tangled in his leash though...,

And oh so many others

What there are not are bird costumes. I have spoken at length with Tango about this and he has confided in me. The reason there are no bird costumes is because they would all have to come with several boxes of band-aids.


Update: What Tango actually said was "you step up" for which a closer translation would be "there are not enough band-aids in the world"

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Mysterious Symbols

     Sam bought a bed. She had been sleeping on a camp bed, upgraded to a sofa bed. the change was needed, and she is getting better rest, but I was studying the symbols on the box, and I am pretty damn sure we moved it wrong

so the first one seems pretty self-explanatory: LIFT- we did that

but it appears it was to be lifted with telekinesis, and we did not do that. or possibly the force- remember- size matters not

while lifting it, it appears one should use an umbrella to protect oneself and the box from goblets full of lightning

now I am familiar with a goblet of fire, but goblets full of lightning...? I may have that one wrong.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Echoes from Another Being

      Spoiler Alert- I have a parrot. That is really no secret, if you have been paying the slightest attention to this blog.

     My constant amazement, and I am sure the amazement of any other Parronts out there is how my words are returned to me and in what form.

     I recently posted a list of everything I could think of that Tango says, and that is just the words- He also imitates the sound of water dripping to let me know he wants anything from a shower to a fresh bowl of water. He also imitates the sound of the Velcro on my cell phone case for dark and secret purposes of his own.

     Last night he hit me with a new echo, and I had to share. So to give a little history, I taught him early on that if he is on my shoulder and I am going to bend over or move suddenly, that "hang on" means to make sure he is in a secure spot and watch for changes. Needless to say, he does so, otherwise I could not be said to have "taught" this. I mentioned in my prior post that "come on" from him means he wants me to pick him up and Uber him around the house on my shoulder.

     Last night at the outset of one of these trips he ran over, leaped onto my arm and said "Hang on" as distinctly as you please.

    Side Note: my roommate heard him laugh for the first time Sunday. Tango has a sharp, infectious laugh- sort of a "Henh!..... henh!.... henh!" and he can pretty much always get me laughing, which gets him laughing harder. Sam heard this..."Is that him laughing?" Yep. "that's hysterical!"

     And get this- it is real laughter- not just him imitating what is going on- he has figured out that this is how humans express glee (not Glee), and when he finds something funny, he expresses it the same way.

     Tango- each day is a new adventure and a new experience. A new chance to tell him "No, you cannot eat the book"

Saturday, October 18, 2014


    Divorcery or Annivorcery. According to the urban dictionary they both mean the same thing, the anniversay of a divorce- and one year ago today, my divorce was declared final by the county it was filed in. I spent it picking up GFL book 5 at the post office, buying PC parts, and a thrift store trip, followed by laundry(not Landry- that would be weird), all with my ex, now roommate. Mostly, we got along. Some might think me weird and cynical for thinking of the day as a celebration. Others might understand the celebration and be flabbergasted at the fact that I am in a living arrangement with my ex

      We keep friendly for the birds

     Oh, and I read some Louis L'amour stories today, too