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I've written books (BLACKBURN, LUNATICS, etc.) and recorded music (Bland Lemon Denton, AT THE EARTH'S CORE). I love my spouse (freedomisachoice.bsky.social) and am devoted to my dogs (Chester & Millie) and friends (you know who you are).
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On 22 February 1943, three young Germans, members of the White Rose Society -- Hans Scholl, Sophie Scholl, and Christoph Probst -- were guillotined by the Nazis for distributing leaflets speaking out against the crimes of the Third Reich. Their bravery, and their cause, will not be forgotten.

Chester is blind, but he hears and smells -everything-.

Just heard that on February 13, over in the UK, DJ Steve Yourglivch played a track from AT THE EARTH'S CORE on his "Tracks Across the Ocean" show on markskinradio.com. So now when we say Bland Lemon Denton and the Lemon-Aides are world famous, we aren't lying. Stretching it, perhaps, but not lying.

Lucy and Linus in February 2011, when they were ten years old.

The riddle of Millie the Sphinx: Which creature feeds us breakfast and treats in the morning, more treats in the afternoon, and supper and treats in the evening? "That would be YOU, sucker."

Sometimes, Clarence would let one of the dogs share a bed with him. (Clarence with Linus; Lucy with a bed to herself. Photo 2004 or 2005.)

RAMROD RECORDS: For Valentine's Day, give AT THE EARTH'S CORE, an album of love songs! CYNICAL CRITIC: Huh. One about sin, one about a drummer, and one about being crushed by magma. And one about, I dunno, Pinocchio? RR: Love songs! CC: Even the one about killing fascists? RR: Especially that one.

Our beloved black-and-white cat, Clarence, was almost 15 years old when we adopted Linus and Lucy as puppies in 2001. So even when those pups grew into 70lb. dogs, they still considered Clarence to be the boss. Lucy wouldn't have -dreamed- of shooing Clarence from her bed. (Photo 2005 or 2006.)

SS-Sturmbannführer Wernher von Braun, via his V-2 rockets, was responsible for the deaths of 12,000 slave laborers and 9,000 British citizens. He was a Nazi-saluting opportunist with no conscience. The U.S. should have never tainted our space program with such a man. We shouldn't do it now, either.

Tater knew how to shut the duck up.

A recent article argues that a certain awful man is not a “narcissist,” but a “solipsist." I am neither a psychologist nor a philosopher, so for me, “sack of shit” is more useful than either of those terms. A “sack of shit” is a man whose only value to society occurs when he is used as fertilizer.

Sweet Tater and Chester, December 2022.

Millie the Queen.

Sweet Tater with big Sugar, July 2020. Tater, ever vigilant, heard a prowler on the other side of the house. It was Barb.

I missed this until now -- but there are 8 hours left (until midnight PST): Bandcamp usually takes a cut of artist sales, but they're donating their February 7 share to LA musicians hurting from the fires. Indie musicians get sales, and LA musicians get help. Win-win! bandcamp.com/lafirerelief

Chester's first visit to our longtime veterinarian, back in early 2022. He was dubious. Come to think of it, he still is. Yet he's always well behaved. Even when dubious, he is the best of all possible boys.

Three years ago today, we brought Chester home from PAWS Shelter of Central Texas. But somehow, my brain can't accept that. I mean, hasn't he -always- been our dog?

Tillie and Sweet Tater, 2012.

Motive. Means. Opportunity. A large number of people have one out of three. A smaller number of people have two out of three. Sooner or later, someone almost always has all three. And sometimes, that seems inevitable.

Another shot of me with Lucy and Linus -- this one taken just after their first baths on the day we brought them home from the Austin city shelter. Linus wound up on top because Lucy got to my lap first. (Photo January 2001.)

Barb took this shot of me with Lucy (purple collar) and Linus (red collar) in June 2001. We had adopted them as two-month-old pups in January, so they were about eight months old here. We lost them both to cancer, just a few weeks apart, in the fall of 2012. But we all had a lot of fun first.

Tillie (1997-2012) belonged to a child a half mile from us. When the child grew up and moved away, Tillie began trekking to our house to visit our dogs Lucy and Linus. We asked if we could keep her, and adopted her in 2005. We had a wonderful seven years with this tough, funny girl. (Photo 2010.)

Drumpf is a mere figurehead and rallying point for the ruling junta's base. The nation is being run by Miller, Musk, and their cabal of National-Socialist-inspired ideologues. Their "leader" could be raptured tonight, and they would simply prop up JD in his place and continue on with Project 2025.

Chester attempts to herd Millie, which she finds amusing.

Chester's fine snoot.

Sugar (2011-2022) and Sweet Tater (2011-2023) were buddies. (Photo June 2013.)

Daily Denton Dog: Sugar (2011-2022) was a big, beautiful Anatolian Shepherd mix who was independent and protective, but sweet as buttermilk pie. She was diagnosed with lymphoma early in 2021, but chemotherapy gave us another year with her. She was strong and happy to the end. (Photo 2018.)

Daily Denton Dog(s): Hang tight. We're in this thing together.

Daily Denton Dog: Watson (1984-1999) was my and Barb's first pet together. Since today is Barb's birthday, here's one of my favorite photos of both of them, from 1986. Watson was a Lab/Setter mix who was goofy, sweet, and everything else a dog should be. We still miss that good boy every day.

Daily Denton Dog(s): "We look good, right?"

Daily Denton Dog(s): Zing!

Daily Denton Dog(s): They don't care if Dad's scruffy in the morning. Or any other time.

Daily Denton Dog(s): Late this afternoon, in the part of the yard we call Thunderdome.* *Please note: This was a theatrical performance, for entertainment purposes only. Afterward, both thespians retired to a sumptuous dinner.

Daily Denton Dog: Sometimes Millie's ears get stuck when she sleeps.

I spent more than a day baffled at how anyone could even attempt to argue that an obvious Nazi salute was not, in fact, a Nazi salute. Then I remembered: "The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command." -- George Orwell, _1984_

Our front yard trail camera captures an impressive visitor. Also our trash can.

Daily Denton Dog(s): As a rare snow shower moved through Central Texas yesterday evening, Millie and Chester requested extra Mom pets.

Daily Denton Dog: Barb caught this moment last spring. Chester is blind, so he likes to pause and have a sniff-and-listen before forging ahead.

I am amused that Mark Z. says those of us who are extricating ourselves from Meta are "virtue signaling." No, my dude. What you're seeing is a raised middle finger. That -does- signal something, but it ain't "virtue."