These months are flying by. So many things I wanted to accomplish by the end of July, and now it’s looking like I won’t make it. Heck, I might even have to drop a few of my goals.
For instance, that whole Peace in the Middle East thing . . . sorry, no can do. I thought I could, but that was before I knew they’re all bad-shit-crazy over there. Two sides, maybe eight, and all thinking imaginary gods speak to them. I tell you . . .
Also, bringing Republicans and Liberals to compromise, ending the influence of special interest groups, and have a government that actually governs . . . again, no can do.
I saw how much senators and congressmen are paid, and then saw how many are becoming millionaires while in office . . . it’s obvious to even this dense individual that they be taking brides. Sure, maybe not direct cash, but regardless, I can’t change that. Heck, I don’t even want to go near it! . . . it might rub off on me, and before I know it I would be all like “I promise you this!” and “I promise you that!”, and all the while I be like “Back up the money truck boys; I’m for sale cheap!”
I can promise you this: Before the end of July I will introduce you to The Peppers!
Upper Left we have Smitty. He’s the new guy, still learning the ropes (which is quite difficult for peppers since they don’t have much by way of hands).
Upper right we have Don. He’s the bashful one. Don’t get me wrong, he gets around, but does so behind the scenes. Anyone ever notices him, and he’s like all blushing, and stuff.
Lower left we have Big Tex, T for short. Hell of a nice guy, but yellow clear through!
And the leader . . . Trudy. She’s been around, that one. Knows the ins and outs of the game, and how to play it. But, all that experience comes at a cost; the job has taken a big part of her. She’ll never be right again, but she’ll hold on as long as she can.
Anyway, here’s August’s calendar. I should mention that July’s calendar had a number of errors in it, and no one noticed. Oh well . . . I should stop trying to be all accurate-like, and just make up stuff.
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.
Let me tell you a joke . . . A woman and her little girl went to visit the grave of the girl’s grandmother. On the way home the little girl asked, “Mommy, do they ever bury two people in the same grave?” The mother replied “Of course not, dear. Why would you think that?”
“One of the tombstones back there said ‘Here lies a politician and an honest man.'”
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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