Today Is National Punctuation Day.

And what did you do for your favorite punctuation mark?

I didn’t know until the radio announced it as I was driving into work. It was too late; all the semi-colons had already made plans to celebrate with someone else. So, I called the question marks. Seems they are intensely popular, too. On down the line, I was rejected again and again, until finally an ampersand agreed to have a drink with me after work. I know, ampersands are not technically punctuation marks, but they are damn close. And it had an opening on its calendar.

Moral of the story: plan in advance! (Oh, and commas can be downright rude if they know you’ve gone through all the other punctuation marks before you ask them out.)

Notes From the Last Day of Summer.

Good news: Halloween candy has hit the market place. I was at Rite-Aid today buying old-man supplies and there they were, staring me in the face as I walked into the store; bags of Halloween treats. Richard and I can make the season last for two months, no problem.

Bad news: I was at Rite-Aid buying old-man supplies and old-man supplies are expensive.

Good news: big furry animals keep you warm at night.

Bad news: big furry animals are needed to keep you warm at night. (And there is a comparatively small furry cat who isn't into sharing bedspace.)

It’s a mixed bag.

I HATE TO PAINT

Progress is slow, but there is progress.

And Henry Gibson

1935-2009
One of America's great poets has passed.

Laugh-In Forever!

Blowing in the Wind

Mary Travers 1936-2009

I’m in a Trashy Mood.

Two things.

First a little tidbit I picked up at CBSNEWS. Seems a couple in Wichita, KS were robbed while having an intimate moment. In a dumpster. Okay, I am beginning to feel very provincial. I would never have thought of crawling into a dumpster to have an intimate moment. Just wouldn’t have crossed my small-town mind. Must be one of those big city things.

Second, I am well on my way to becoming a Master Recycler. (Yes, you may call me, “Mr. Master Recycler-in-Training, Sir.”) I, too, was a bit stunned that there is such a program. But I’m 25% of the way through the classes. Soon, I will be so haughty; I may not be interested in condescending to speak with you anymore. We Master Recyclers are a somewhat snotty breed!

Overheard on TV

From a drug company ad:

"If you're planning surgery, let your doctor know."

Ummm, I hate to sound old school, but if I were planning surgery, I really would want my doctor involved. I'd like it if he/she played a key role.