Living on the road my friend,
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You weren’t your mama’s only boy,
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.
Gort found this the other day. I’m sure Anne Wheeler is upset, but maybe she can take some solace in the fact that she’s at least one step ahead of me. I don’t know where my destiny is either, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t have an Avid id chip.
When your last name is Smith or Jones or Lopez, it’s not that unusual to hear of pets who share your last name. “Here, Señor Lopez! Come here, boy!” Like that.
When your last name is Herndon, however, it is rather unusual.
One of the Fabulous Lasker Sisters just showed me a pretty amazing lost pet notice she found over the weekend.
It’s a little blurry because she was quaking with amazement at the graphic design skills displayed by Conchita‘s owner. Seriously – have you ever seen such tasteful font usage and artwork on a lost pet flyer? It looks like a poster for an arthouse film or a package of gourmet sausages or something.
They kind of gave away the sex of the dog there, but I have a feeling it’s going to be really hard for anyone to provide an adequate enough description to prove rightful ownership. Also, what’s that covered over in White-Out? “Do not forget cod and bloodtype”? “Do not forget colander bridgerip”? “Do not forge corn and javaring”? I may have to go back with my magnifying glass.