I was going to post the wrong calendar as an April Fool’s joke, but I did not feel like making two calendar. Also, I’ve grown tired of April Fool’s jokes. Sure, there are some funny ones, but by now everyone is on the lookout for someone pulling a prank.
For instance, I don’t think I can sneak up behind someone and hit them with a 2×4; they are sure to be on the lookout for that. I’ve thought of slashing tires, busting a few windows, and even putting rattlesnakes into mailboxes, and yes, great fun and worthy of the day, but it’s like ‘Done There, Been That”.
Plus, people are a lot touchier these days. Unlike Dalton, they don’t shake their head at the sliced tires, and just get a new set from the trunk. No; they get pissed, call the cops, and scream bloody murder!
I don’t know what this world is coming to. We seem to have lost our sense of humor; no wonder the country is going to heck in a handbasket. Well, I can play that game as well . . . with no hint of humor, here’s April’s calendar. That, by the way, is a Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterfly.
Right-Hand Click anywhere on the pictures, and Choose “Save Link As . . . “.
Note that clicking “Save Image” will download the resampled image (640×954, 72dpi) WordPress created for the post. Suitable for viewing on the screen, but not suitable for printing.
“Save link as” downloads the native size of 11×17, 300dpi, but can be printed smaller. Printing larger may have mixed results depending on how knowledgeable you are.
Of course, saving is not required . . . one can just ignore the post. If you are adventuresome, and it does not work, let me know, and I’ll try to fix whatever WordPress screwed up.
Disclaimers: I do not guarantee accuracy of the calendar. My general understanding of time is limited to it being (mostly) an arbitrary demarcation of the unidirectional flow of existence. Many instances in my life have demonstrated to me the disconnect between any hard measure of intervals of time, and the perception of said time intervals.
It’s likely that, at a future time that will never be, I will not remember stuff that happened at a time long forgotten, because it never happened. Such is life.
Sunday I shaved the beard I was growing. It did not have enough white in it to make it worthwhile keeping. I also had s’mores. Got me some graham crackers, put some dark chocolate chunks on them, and some miniature marshmallows atop of that. I then popped them in the microwave for twenty or thirty seconds (or until the marshmallows puff up), and then squashed the whole thing down with another graham cracker. Yummy.
I don’t know why people like the ones around a campfire; your marshmallow is gonna catch on fire, and it will taste like charcoal. Plus, there is a good chance the marshmallow will drip on your hand, and being all melty and stuff, it’s gonna burn, and you can’t easily clean it off. Yes, the ones I had were good.
Remember, you don’t have to use the calendar portion . . . you can cut out the bottom part, and you have a picture to hang on your wall.
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