Captain Impervious

This is making me nervous.

Pages! Trolley-dodging like mad.

That was not in the script!

Some runs for the Jays in the bottom of the 8th would be the thing.

Glad that they were so awkward and ill-timed tonight. Everyone's got to see it, right?

Eight is just around the corner.

Oof. Bad send.

Butt plug guy again, right? At least it isn't a Donaldson jersey.

I do the rock, myself.

To my surprise, Montana hasn't been obstructive. No line at the pharmacy, choose your vaccine (and which arm!), no pay, jab, and done. They did ask my 14 year old son to select a bogus reason from a list in order to get his. I usually think of Alberta as more-enlightened than my coal-rolling state.

Truck nutz at MAGA rallies were just fine I presume.

butt plug guy folds his arms and goes “hmpf”

Little vs. Naylor was a good idea… but Polanco was the next batter.

And whoa, the lower jaw of a sperm whale is such a skinny little thing, like the kickstand on a bicycle.

Meet Rosalina Carmelita, a real live barking democratic dog, from Montana.

falafel!

There is still some gargoyle “nest” material inside Carlsbad Cavern. Carlsbad locals were cast as gargoyle extras.

That’s worth a follow. Check.

!!! Does he sing the elf songs? When I read out loud to my kids they quickly learned to ask me to skip the elf songs.

Physical (You’re too). What an awesome song to cover.

Vermillion? I used to watch them at their nests in SE New Mexico. The nests were so small compared to kingbirds that also built in the cottonwoods.

The beautiful game.

When she’s in a nursing home or hospice someday she’ll likely be cared for by immigrants, as distasteful as she’ll find that.

I’m not an alien.

I found the elusive intersection of my #mst3k habit and my love of #birding in episode 423 - Ed Wood’s Bride of the Monster - in which a Bell’s vireo can be heard singing its little head off in some of the swamp scenes.

He looks scared.

Sickening.

Amen!

The New York Times Spelling Bee game with the word “chachalaca” entered.

Actually my most frequent bird-related grumble is the spelling bee not accepting “motmot.” I try it every time just in case.

C’mon Olaf, Berserker.