Don’t forget to count Floyd

So yes, last weekend I tried goat yoga – the newest fitness craze that is sweeping the nation.

I’d definitely recommend it, though it was more of a mental health care thing than a physical one. It’s hard not to laugh when a baby goat is on your back adjusting your pose, and all that laughing really does release a ton of pressure and stress. Quite amazing, really.

The goats were more interested in eating shoelaces than trying to count all of us like the little goat in this cartoon, but if they had tried to count us I know we wouldn’t have gotten mad like the other animals in the story. Who gets mad when somebody counts them?

These guys need a little mental health care. I know just the thing that will fix them right up.

Coming of age

Benny and I went to a “coming of age” themed party last night, and for a while we were the only people dressed in costume besides an awesome roller disco-dressed pal. So I’m not sure how grown up we are. I guess I could make the argument that being grown up is dressing up for a costume party and not worrying whether other people are going to dress up. What I do know is that being grown up is a lot more than being organized, because if that were the case, I would have been grown up a long time ago.

This week’s animation gets extra points for the part where it seems like Grandmother Cat is getting a prank call from a cow. She’s not, but it sure seems like it at first.

The land of milk and pottery

Today’s cartoon is really just an advertisement for edam cheese and butter; I hope you don’t mind. I also skipped a bit of the live-action intro because I have no patience these days and wanted to get right into Delft Land. Enjoy, and please don’t chip the cows.

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Slow leak kind of week

If you find yourself saying “psshhhht” a little too much throughout the day, you might want to check your psi. Turns out I just had a screw in my tire. Pep Boys patched it for free.

The vertical and the horizontal

A long, long time ago, we had a thing called a VHS. Nobody really knows what VHS stands for, but anyway… it was a thing and if we wanted to work this thing to work right we had to constantly adjust the settings for the vertical

and the horizontal.

We didn’t have to walk five miles uphill in the snow both ways to school but still, living in the time of the VHS was a tough time to grow up in. Old timers, do you remember the miracle of auto-tracking?

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