...Speaking of white dogs going after you...
the big venue here is the "Casanova Night Club."
Every time I drive by I think of the puppy, Daddy, and start laughing!
It is so not Casanova, it's a falling down barn with big plastic Budweiser signs all over it, and is right next door to a some kind of Sump Pump thing.
F-150s back out of it nice and slow into the 80- MPH oncoming traffic on the highway, around one AM when it closes. It's a pit.

On a happier note, the bunny is doing very well. He lives in a pink cat carrier, eats fresh alfalafaflflfa growing right outside and will now crawl up under my chin and sit there. Yes he is happy, he will never get checked through baggage!

We haven't named him yet, mostly I call him Binky's Bunny
because Binky sits by his cage day and night.

ah, internet... "The Mystery Of Poop"

http://www.bio.miami.edu/hare/poop.html

Egads, cecotrophy!!!

I let the Bunny go last Wednesday.
Living in a cage was too sad... I kept the cats in the house for four days to give him a chance to find a hutch, or dig one.

I came home last night to a big frog on the portale, greeted him "Hey there!"
They like to come in the house and look around.
The cats usually don't bother them...

About a foot away from Frog though was a neatly coiled Rattlesnake --

Rattlesnake: Oh hell, it's one of those freaks walking on its split tail...

Frog: It's just The Creature who kept Bunny in a cage.

Snake: So where's Bunny, the cage? I smelled its poop and came up to snack.

Frog: It let the Bunny go. I saw him heading out towards the Pond.

Snake: Good eating at the pond.

Frog: You keep away from my kids.... Hey Creature has let The Three Decadents out!

Snake: 'Decadents' -- what's THAT all about.

Frog: They look like cats, but they're small, they stink like The Creature, and they're never hungry. They just claw you to death for a whim, to see a twitch.
I'm outta here.

[Snake and Frog are both suddenly buried in grey gravel studded with catshit.]

Snake: What the fuck...? I thought this was a cool place.

Frog: Naw, I told you, it's a madhouse. [Hops off.]

Smake: Cats stink like hell.... ptoi. [Slithers away studded with the cat litter.]

Creature: Sorry Froggie, that was for the snake.

Pearl & Beauregard: [Crashing in through the window] Ohmigod did you see that hideous thing!
Binky, don't go near it!

Binky: But nothing can hurt me!

[Binky jumps back into the house.]

Pearl: [To Creature] That's what happens when you lock us in for three days!
All kinds of trash tries to move into the neighborhood.


..... After recording these conversations, I went to bed, and woke up to find Bunny (or one of his relatives)
dead next to my bed. Binky slept blissfully next the corpse, his muzzle adorned with blood.

I have a feeling it is my Bunny, "Binky's Bunny" -- something about the intimacy of their respective sleeps.

There is also a tiny yellow bird by the door... it almost looks almost like a canary.

The appellation 'Decadent' is hereby revised because both victims have been partially eaten.

Bleh! My pal who is an organic farmer told me once I cage a rabbit, I gotta keep it.
No such thing as "releasing back into the wild." It got contaminated, confused,
I interrupted its natural education, or something.

Alas but human beings *suck*

Well this 'blog' started last year on 9/11
and I am thinking it will come to an end on the same day, soon. Reading Ms. Chi-V-T's promise of 'personal blogs', well I should have one!!! Tell me how.

Anyhow to complete this particular circle of hell, I'm going to go see "World Trade Center," but I don't know if I will be able to stand it. I heard it was "great." Ms.Helin sent me new Orangina, do I dare go there.

Love,
S'tan

S'tanly,
I just read Frog & Rattlesnake's conversation.
Frogs, rattlesnakes, cats, dead bunnies, dead birds...
It is much too real there.

White DOG!

Real... as opposed to the artificial society of the human being.
I agree.

I'm looking at Shirleyville's ponies galloping across the mesa...
I think they got out of the corral!

It's pouring rain again
off the cliffs waterfalls galore

'scuse me must go feed the ravens.

quote:

Reading Ms. Chi-V-T's promise of 'personal blogs', well I should have one!!! Tell me how.

And you shall, S'tan. As soon as they are available, you and Messy B shall be our first. Would be an honor.

Can you take pictures?

I would love to see that view over Shirleyville again.
Gorgeous!!!!!
This is how I remember your back yard.

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This is what you remember... where you were jumping and playing as Miss Chivity shuddered...

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View at dawn from the portale.

This stuff is owned by Shirleyville... plus 7,500 acres.

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Bedroom window, and featuring the new blue
color-coat on the house...

Now THAT is a back yard!!!!

WOW Stan thats AMAZING! MORE pictures please and more blogs... haven't heard the latest police blotter in a while.. update please.
U ain't missing ANYTHING here.... nowt at all...

As more and more pieces of the sky that I can see from my windows are blocked out each week, I have little wonder why you relocated to Fingernails, S'tan.

It's totally gorgeous but if I had known there were rattlesnakes I would never have gotten out of the car!!!!!

You have rattlesnakes S'tan!!!!!!!!

rattlesnakes!!!!!!!!

Is this the right address? Or did I take a wrong turn at the Gila River?

Rattlesnake: What does a New Yorker taste like?

Frog: Bitter, I hear.

Rattlesnake: Couldn't be worse than one of those rank Los Angeles creatures. Ptoi, taste like gasoline.

Frog: Pardon me, creature's front door is left open. I'm gonna munch some cat chow.

Rattlesnake: Think I'll come along... it's so good for my ego to hear them scream.

PS to Anna: There was no Police Blotter for two weeks because the heavy rains destroyed the 911 station.
911 was then being run on a cell-phone, which number, of course, nobody had.

The town may have burned down in the interim for all I know. I have been taking the fast way past Espanola around lately, as now I have to drive to Santa Fe for work...

Daddy, I would have told you if it was snake season hons. They come out in June and go back into hiding when it gets cold. I think you all were here in the winter.

Tell me about losing the sky, hatches. Can't you see the river anymore?

Love
S'tan & Binky
Pearlina & Beau

This morning as usual I went outside to wake up. Stare into the mandala of the cliffs and shake bad dreams out of the blankets.

Cats leap across the mesa in search of a breakfast of sleepy critters... I start watering my patches of black-iris-to-come
for the Spring. Pearl is canoodling around me, then freezes...
as a deep, resounding ROAR comes up from the arroyos... birds fall out of the sky... a mountain lion is greeting us... Binky comes charging into the house and burrows under the blankets.

I mean I might be broke and lonely but having a lion say Good Morning to you somehow makes up for it.

http://www.brandens.net/files/Sounds/FX/Animals/MOUNTAIN.WAV



I just reread all of the "Farewell Charming Old New York" posts and copied them...
also this thread. Many thanks to Mommy and Daddy for letting this be a fantastic diary of my transition. I want to compile it with the photos, to go on http://www.terencesellers.com


PEARLINA ON THE PROWL

Pic by Foxy, October 2006







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Dearest S'tan -

You have our blessing on that, and as long as they are your own posts, you own them. I'm sure other authors would let you use theirs, though, just ask!

Acknowledging an important body of writing that has inspired us all -

Courtly bow and virtual blood red roses!

Chi,
At first I will just transcribe and read the whole thing through. Making it a narrative, but with commentary for the uninitiate.
When I decide to use others' comments I'll certainly ask if it is okay, and send them the finished thing before I post it. It's a little like what you thought about doing a while back in one of the first "Verbal Abuse" magazines. Remember you had some blogs and you wanted to publish them... but they were too long... and your submission(s) editor was clueless about blogging... Well anyhow it's an experiment.

I especially want to try it with the JT Leroy thread. Especially after what went down.

D I have to ask the Fluffernutter for permission or can I just rip him off.
Thanks.

Love,
S'tan