Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, this is the Sunday before Thanksgiving, our family’s favorite day of the year! Our children, Paige and Preston, know this is P-Day, the day your blog is devoted entirely to “Cute Stuff That Begins with the Letter P.”
The children are sitting here with their steaming mugs of cocoa, their eyes sparkling with excitement. What do you have for them?
Hi Paige, hi Preston! Gather ’round!
This year, we’ll kick off P-Day with this adorable PANDA. Is that darling, or what?
Next, on the left, we have this cute news photo from a few days ago. Awwwwww!
Er, Blog Guy, you’re saying Vladimir PUTIN is cute? Cover your eyes, kids!
Blog Guy, I’ve noticed something odd. Several of your recent posts – three bodybuilding items, that prison census piece, even the famous bride and groom shot – all came from a city called Krasnoyarsk, in Siberia. What gives?
I knew I couldn’t keep that a secret forever.
Yes, Krasnoyarsk is the goofiest spot on earth. It is the mother lode of wacky stuff.
Blog Guy, what’s the most shockingly shameless thing you’ve ever done to attract reader traffic to your blog?
Um, I’m guessing it might be posting pictures of a cat breastfeeding an injured squirrel while her kitten snuggles with it, and the little kitten and the squirrel hugging each other, and the squirrel eating out of the cat dish….
You make a fair point. I’ve reported too little cat news lately.
Let’s see. President Barack Obama has criticized “fat cat bankers” – an image which cats find extremely offensive, by the way. And, we have a shot of the Kitty Nativity, over there in France.
Okay fashion show staff, times are hard, and we need to save more money.
Now, we think we have the perfect solution to the high cost of hair stylists: dog groomers!
Please don’t let me be the only one who thinks this is ironic.
I’m reading financial stories this week, and suddenly I see this headline: “Credit limits, self-discipline threaten holiday sales.” Did I wander onto The Onion site?
I swear I’m not making this up. Damn you, self-discipline! Damn you, credit limits!
Blog Guy, I took a vocational preference test and it said I should be a horticulturist. I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know what that is. Can you tell me?
Sure. A horticulturist is someone who takes care of dogs.
Really? That surprises me. I’ve never had a dog, and there were no questions about dogs on the test. Are you sure?