Catching Up

Maaaaaybe I was kidnapped and held underground in a coffin-like box with a rubber air-hose.
I grew my pinky nails and clawed my way up through the musty sand.
Anyway.
Lots of changes too dull to discuss here, but I'll be moving urls. In fact, maybe I already have. (I'm a bit clueless about this). The name of this rather pointless blog will also change, pointlessly, to another pointless name. The best part of it is that I'll see you all here, or in a circus mirror version of here shortly.
I'll attempt to redirect you, and follow you from the new URL.
If all this techno crap fails me, I'll start a new blog and put up details for ya.
Thanks for listening, you've been very kind...
The old URL: http://husbandsanon.blogspot.com/
The new one: http://squidsquirts.blogspot.com/

Gimme some fun, or the Squid gets it.

Life can get terribly dull at times. It can feel as though you‘re marking notches on a tree like Robinson Crusoe, waiting for the inevitable rescue of death. Since the first humans slithered out of their mother’s wombs and headed off to hunt and gather their food, people have philosophized- what the heck is it all about? That’s a question you can get your own answer to- don’t ask me for your answer. And don’t get it from reading The Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Some days, I feel like I can taste it, it is so close. Others- not so much.

But I have something happy to report!

Life may not have been gripping today, but it was much, much better for me, than for the life of the squid. The squid that was swimming, or propelling, or whatever the hell squid do, along, happily thinking squiddy thoughts- or happily devoid of them, when he was sucked into a squid-net (dunno how they catch em), hauled aboard a ship, taken to shore, delivered to a pizzeria, chopped to bits as a response to my internet delivery order, placed on a pizza with green peppers and pineapple, baked in a wood-fired oven, and finally, pointlessly, eaten by me.

Life is good, wouldn’t you say?

*And don't correct me: I know the first humans can't slither out of their mother's wombs. Duh!