Obama is meeting with Congressional leaders in a last-ditch effort to stave off the sequester which includes $85 billion in automatic across-the-board domestic and defense cuts set to take effect today.
The search continues for a man considered armed and dangerous in Tijeras canyon.
What's it like to run a Pope-less Catholic church?
Bye bye Pope, hello new bishop in Las Cruces.
A Florida man is presumed dead after the bedroom in which he was sleeping suddenly collapsed into a 30-foot wide sinkhole and swallowed up the entire room.
The Dragon's up there, but she ain't workin'.
New hope for Dixon's Apple Orchard.
Florida police say a man who reported a missing crowbar to police faces charges after he admitted that the tool was used in two home invasions.
"im not turnin my self....run run as fast as u can u cant catch me im da ginger bread man......sincierly da gingerbread man,"
The penny-farthing picture, bearing the phrase “park your car,” that was beautifying the SE corner of Sixth and Central, is gone. This is sad because I loved it so. It was a cheerful, lovely image blip on an otherwise blighted eyesore. It was painted on the tan (read “worst color ever”) plasticy wrap which currently encircles the Anasazi building, presumably to keep it from falling completely apart while someone does something to it.
The only good news I have (and it’s quite good) is that after the penny-farthing got disappeared, the artist/s returned and put up a new piece. It is a dragon more than 50 feet long, with a big smiling face that greeted me on the walk to work this morning. It is awesome. It’s even worth a trip out into this hot-
I am helping my friend to slay a huge dragon. Using trickery, we are able to lop off limbs and large chunks of the beast with each attempt. We are both having a lot of fun. I play a drum accompaniment with large kitchen spoons at each pass. Someone enters the room and asks about the dragon. What is left of the dragon, now just a civilized man in a tuxedo, sits up and says: "Rewind, Riggis!"
Children can be so puzzling. I read the first entry in my daughter's diary and I can't quite figure it out.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Dear Diary, Today my daddy died. Then he came back to life and read my diary. Not really. There is no diary. This is just him wasting your time again.
P.S. - I am a dragon!