The celestial is often preferable to the terrestrial.
Checking out morning as it breaks over the Sandias beats inspecting cat barf before coffee.
And yes, I have some experience in these matters.
I’ve spared you the ground-level snaps.
You’re welcome.
Mad Blog Media 
July 29, 2019 at 7:21 am |
PO’G: Should I infer that inspecting cat barf AFTER coffee is OK? Sorry … don’t you just love the English language? 🙂
Beautiful pic and Good Monday AM to all!!!! 🙂
July 29, 2019 at 7:29 am |
JD, I require a brief “me” moment in the morning … a little java, a bit of news (about something other than feline indigestion, that is). Quiet time. Ease into the day like a fat man getting into a hot bath. Kick-start the brain and let it warm up a smidge.
Alas, some of us here at El Rancho Pendejo have other ideas.
Don’t get me started on the litter box. …
July 29, 2019 at 7:57 am |
If I had come equipped with a carburetor, I would require a healthy shot of ether spray to get my sorry old ass going in the morning. It takes a few cups of coffee (Justo) to get the same effect. And, thanks for not showing me a litter box before breakfast.
July 29, 2019 at 10:38 am |
Got me thinking about my ‘73 Plymouth Fury III. Bought it for $400, and overpayed by $300. Got tired of removing the cover to spray ether every morning, So I started just spraying it into the air intake. When I checked it later, found out that the entire air filter had gone up in smoke, sucked into the valves, sacrificing it’s life in service of the combustion cycle. If you need actors might be more efficient and carburetors, but you can’t burn a pound of paper through a fuel injector.
July 29, 2019 at 10:43 am |
That wasn’t even the fun part… Fuel tank brackets were rusted off, and the fuel tank leaked, so if I put more than a quarter tank of gas in it, I left a trail of unleaded and a shower of sparks behind me. Could run headlights or windshield wipers, but not at the same time . Only in Pulaski County, Missouri, could you register a car like that.
July 29, 2019 at 6:50 pm
Good god I’ve owned and operated such criminal cars. Which thankfully led me to bicycles.
July 29, 2019 at 10:52 am |
We are showing our age. If I remember correctly, you had to take the air cleaner off and spray the stuff directly in the carb. Occasionally it would backfire through the carb, large flame shooting out of it, and you learned to keep your face away from the carb. It was certainly enough fire to toast an air cleaner element.
July 29, 2019 at 12:20 pm |
Yep, unless you were late for PT and didn’t have all that time.
I think I figured out that the Fury could only sit four or six hours without needing another shot of ether
Had orders to Korea after EOAC, and when it was time to leave, I parked it outside a bar, signed the title, and left the keys in the ignition.
July 29, 2019 at 7:07 pm |
I’ve been pretty lucky with cars, unless you count the ’64 Chevy I fed to the train. Only two real bummers — a ’96 Ford F-150 that was possessed by devils, and a ’78 Toyota Chinook that had been rebuilt by a gent who was a mechanic in the same sense that I am, which is to say not very.
July 29, 2019 at 7:17 pm |
The two cars I needed ether spray to start them in the winter were a 1949 Hudson and a 1956 Chevy Bel Air 2 door hardtop. Yea, I know, if I coulda, shoulda, woulda….
July 29, 2019 at 7:42 pm
Thank you, Pat, for that Lou Rawls deliciousness – wow!
July 29, 2019 at 8:04 pm |
The Fury counts as “lucky” when you consider that the VW Beetle I was test-drove from the same dealer burst into flames during said test-drive.
July 30, 2019 at 8:55 pm
I loved my old ’73 VW Beetle despite its many quirks, (dodgy brakes, the need for several different socket lengths to change the plugs, etc.).
I still regard my copy of John Muir’s ‘How to keep your Volkswagen alive’ as the finest manual ever written.
However, I wouldn’t have another Beetle, nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
July 29, 2019 at 8:48 am |
Ah, yes. The familiar sounds of the morning routine.
July 29, 2019 at 10:24 am |
last week the cats left us some surprises on the couch, enough to warrant buying new couch cushions. apparently there was something wrong with the litter boxes. cats have a weird way of communicating. i hope that when the aliens arrive they don’t communicate by pooping on the couch.
July 29, 2019 at 10:40 am |
Or, if the aliens do poop on the couch, they follow up by wiping their asses with the cats.
July 29, 2019 at 10:55 am |
Finally, a good use for a cat.
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
July 29, 2019 at 11:13 am |
I was cribbing from an old Eddie Murphy gag there. He was ripping through a truly foul string of notions in “Delirious,” then asked if there were any kids in the audience. There were, and he offered them this joke to tell their pals at school.
July 29, 2019 at 12:21 pm |
i worked in a video store back in the day and we wore that tape out. i’m scared to rewatch it because it might not live up to the memories. goony goo goo.
July 29, 2019 at 2:32 pm |
I think I still have a copy around here somewhere. It’s on Netflix now, I believe.
I’ve heard a number of comics rave about “Raw,” calling it groundbreaking and eye-opening, but I remember thinking that it was mostly just plain mean, like Carlin when he got down there for a while. I should revisit that one.
July 29, 2019 at 3:02 pm
i was just listening to joe rogan and ron white discussing how groundbreaking it was. i know i saw it but i don’t remember it near as much as delirious.
July 30, 2019 at 7:14 am |
Did you change brand of litter? Sometimes cats can be amazingly fickle.
July 30, 2019 at 7:30 am |
one litter box became inaccessible and heaven forbid he should use the other one so he pooped on the couch. twice. then the other cat got freaked out and peed on the bed. things seem to be back to normal now
July 29, 2019 at 10:50 am |
Woke this am to a golden retriever pup (11 mths old) who found and rolled in a dead skunk. will trade cat puke for bathing a 65 lb dog on hydrogen peroxide dish soap and baking soda. Death and skunk funk no coffee this am. May a real coke to settle stomach.
July 29, 2019 at 11:08 am |
Yow. You win.
My dog Jojo could find a dead whatever at the drop of a hat, and he’d drop the hat himself. He was never happier than when he was trotting home with something vile dripping off him like Alien slime.
July 29, 2019 at 12:24 pm |
Molly (the inspiration for my avatar) was the same way. My 180 pound male was a delicate princess, and Molly had the id of a six-year-old boy raised by wolves. Nothing too disgusting not to put in her mouth. Nothing too smelly to roll around in
July 29, 2019 at 3:49 pm |
John: Try some tomato juice mixed in the next time you do this. Probably again today based on our experience(s), eh? 🙂
The tomato juice goes with the vodka and Tabasco sauce in the drink you make for yourself!!
July 30, 2019 at 1:54 pm |
thanks JD but after years of practice dawn and baking soda with hydrogen peroxide works great. just don’t put it in closed container will blowup and leave a big f$%^ing mess. PE (personal experience), mixture will also semi bleach jeans.
July 29, 2019 at 7:55 pm |
At least the cat barf comes up. It is rare to get stuck – but it happens – and it happened years ago to my cat! Fortunately my cat was young-ish and in good health. She made a complete recovery after a tricky surgery to cut the intestine open. Dear Sophie!
July 30, 2019 at 5:16 pm |
Yow! Poor kitty. I’ve never heard of that happening before, but I was a dog guy in my early years. Scary stuff. I hate taking the critters to the vet, even though ours is a good skin. I keep hearing George Carlin saying, “It’s going to end badly.”
July 29, 2019 at 11:58 pm |
Cat Barf? Isn’t that the name of the new acting Intelligence Chief in the Orange Hitler administration? Heading down to Sicily today to find a place to live since our previous apartment was sold out from under us. Wife wants to buy while I’d rather rent but we’ll figure something out this week.
July 30, 2019 at 1:31 am |
Just give up now, with grace…