Sunday, September 27, 2026

Pet Peeve

It's too late to add this post to the Long & Short Reviews link-up, but the prompt for Wednesday's post was pet peeves.

Long ago I read an otherwise forgettable young adult novel set in an invented world, written (iirc) as a cautionary tale for girls who thought venting anger was "liberated." In the fantasy world characters activated their magical powers by getting so angry they developed hypertensive headaches. They had names based on names from our world plus the suffix "-mad." The main character, Harimad, was a girl travelling alone on some sort of quest. Along the way she met an animal called a peeve, which was indigenous to this invented planet; built like a fat cat, it was about the size of a pig and talked a bit the way a pig might talk, if it could. The peeve was not her pet but when she stopped in towns people saw the animal and, after she'd identified herself, announced her to others as "Harimad and her pet peeve."  

None of the peeves in that novel sounded as much fun to know as the pet cat who owned me at the time, but the idea of a cute, if surly, furry pet peeve has stayed with me ever since. Even after Piers Anthony wrote a novel called Pet Peeve, where the peeve is a sort of parrotlike bird who joins a party of human and humanoid Xanthians on a quest and is always spouting middle school type insults. The cat-pig-peeve animal sounded like a real animal that might have existed, saying things like "feed me." The parrot-peeve sounded more like a computer.programmed to try to annoy people.

In our real world, of course, a pet peeve is something people find annoying enough to grumble about though not annoying enough to do much else about. 

Mine is the way Microsoft's annoyance-ware regularly tells me that the computer or a program running on it "is not responding." Durrrrr..of course it's not "responding." How could it ever "respond" to anything? If anyone lived through the 1980s without being told that machines react and only living creatures can respond, why was that person allowed to write the script for the computers of people who do remember the 1980s?

That's only a peeve, because I seriously want Microsoft brought to heel and forced to stop interfering with other people's computers. Once it's recognized as theft to send to anyone else's computer anything that delays that computer's following its owner's commands, the only situations in which computers will be not processing input will be mechanical failures of magnitudes great enough to distract even word-nerds from caring if the error message is "Yo'puter's dade." Computers can't die because they've never been alive, but we'll be too worried about how much theye're going to cost to care. But as we'll be working offline most of the time, saving data on physicaL storage drives, and not receiving daily annoyances from Microsoft, we'll not be seeing any messages of that kind in most years. 

Book Review: My Cowboy Hero

Title: My Cowboy Hero

Author: Jordyn Duncan

Date: 2023

Publisher: Stone Hill

ISBN: "9781234567890"

Quote: "With over a million followers it's an average stream..."

Madison is a TikTok influencer, studying "marketing" at college at her family's business's expense. She likes going to parties and drinking a lot. At the beginning of this short romance she walks into boyfriend Brian's house to shoot a cooking video and finds Brian hugging someone else. Instantly her social media pages fill up with invitations from other guys.

Jacob is assigned to work with Madison on a school project. At first sight, she thinks he's too eager. Then the hormone tide rolls in and she even becomes a Christian, or thinks she does, to please him.

Can Madison really love anybody, even God? This is a sweet late-teen romance so we don't spend enough time with the characters for me to feel convinced. For the moment, she likes him. It helps her drink and party less, think and study more.Probably her story ends as well as it could end. Jacob, I suspect, could have done better.

Has Petfinder Caved? Rare Censored Dog Breeds

We have been considering a list of dog breeds that some control freaks in England want to render extinct, demanding that dog shows stop admitting them, media suppress pictures of them, and so on. We have found some of those dog breeds, or crossbreeds, up for adoption on Petfinder. Since shelter dogs are not going to be reproducing in any case, the position of this web site has been that adopting these dogs is a good way to see firsthand whether breed characteristics are produced by dysfunctional genes (as with Manx cats and Araucana hens). While we might even agree that some genes should be bred out of the pool, we don't think it's good for control freaks to give them any suggestion that they can dictate to other people which kind of pets to keep. Advise, yes. Warn, yes. But not dictate.

So, moving down our list, I turned to Petfinder for information about the Dandie Dinmont Terrier. This is a small, long-back, stub-legged, long-haired, floppy-eared animal that does need special care from the people who think it is cute enough that they're willing to are for it. Few Americans do, in this case. The Dandie Dinmont Terrier is a regional specialty in Scotland. Elsewhere there seems to be a consensus of opinion that having a terrier who can't be allowed to jump, climb, and dig, which are most terriers' favorite things, defeats the purpose. There was a Dandie Dinmont Terrier Club of America, once, but they've disbanded.


It's hard to imagine this ridiculous little fluffball being kept as a rat catcher in the Cheviot Hills, but so they were. Their dysfunctionally short legs made it easier for these terriers, who stand less than a foot high, to dig into prey animals' burrows. Walter Scott invented a fictional character, Dandie (Scotch for Andrew) Dinmont, based on a real man called James Davidson, who bred and loved these dogs. Scott's novels were bestsellers in the nineteenth century and created a market for Davidson's dogs, six of whom appeared in the novel Guy Mannering under their real names. The dogs were tough for their size and would dig out badgers and even otters, as well as rats and rabbits.

Apart from the obvious continual job of keeping the ears and coat clean, and the dog's difficulty in keeping up with anybody or staying sanitary on a walk, the main problem with Dandie Dinmonts was found to be their long backs. The dogs tend to try to bend their backs as if they were cats; their backs often fail to take the strain. Keeping a DDT alive for its rightful twelve or fifteen years means keeping it indoors, away from steps, and walking it only on flat smooth ground. 

This is generally a healthy breed when people help compensate for its physical peculiarities. It needs brushing and ear cleaning on a daily basis but is not especially prone to genetic diseases. Most owners rate their DDTs good with other children and animals. Most also consider them good watchdogs with a loud big-dog bark. Terriers are not the easiest dogs to train; they need patience. Though small, they can be dangerous to other pets as they aggressively attack other small animals. 

Next on the list comes the Dogue de Bordeaux. At least it's easy to see why this breed is not for everyone. Long-haired terriers look like stuffed toys to humans while having the instincts of miniature wolves. The Bordeaux Dog is one of the huge mastiff breeds. You can look at one and know that, despite their reputation as gentle giants, this dog will not be easy to load in and out of the car, take to the vet, or bathe. A show-quality Dogue weighs at least 100 pounds. And it has a bulldog-like face, too, with all the problems that entails. 


(All photos from the American Kennel Club.)

Genetic problems the Dogue de Bordeaux can inherit include bone and joint defects, susceptibility to cancer, heart disease, epilepsy, and a tendency to swell up, sometimes fatally, when they've eaten the wrong thing. They drool continually, allowing infections to form in their wrinkled faces. For their size they don't seem to have a lot of hair, but they shed a lot each year. They have to be well trained to be manageable at all. Their backs are not especially long, but may be damaged if the dogs are allowed to jump or run up and down stairs. 

They live five or six years, on average. Give or take three years. This means that, if someone does everything right for one of these dogs, it might die while only two years old.

Right. So I'm convinced that people should stop breeding Dogues de Bordeaux. To me it looks as if no dog should have to be that big and that ugly. Nevertheless,  although Petfinder has a page for these dogs (it does not have a page for Dandie Dinmonts), and that page theoretically lists five adoptable dogs in NY and one in DC, Petfinder refuses to open those pages. Maybe the control freaks think that seeing  a picture of a shelter dog up for adoption is going to make people open puppy mills just for the purpose of breeding more animals that look like steroidal bulldogs?

We should never reward control freaks by giving them what they want. I think it would be cruel to breed any more giant bulldogs. However, if for some reason other people want a Dogue de Bordeaux, the AKC page for each breed does have a list of breeders who are informed ab, out lethal genes and are conscientiously not breeding dogs with genetic defects. The best way of doing that is to sterilize purebred dogs with genetic defects and let them be adopted on the sort of terms shelters usually offer. If Petfinder is refusing to help shelters place these dogs, people might want to ask breeders about them. It may be not only more humane to adopt a neutered dog directly from his breeder, but also cheaper.

Moving down the list of dogs the busybodies hate, we come to French Bulldogs. This breed has the same problems American Bulldogs and, to some extent, even Dogues de Bordeaux have, except for the ones caused by being oversized. French Bulldogs are a miniature breed, standing about one foot high and weighing up to 30 pounds. They have the chunky build of American Bulldogs. 

At least Petfinder is not trying to prevent anyone seeing and adopting these dogs. What you need to know about the breed is that they can't swim--their distinctive body shape won't stay afloat when they paddle as all dogs instinctively do--and are genetically vulnerable to bone, heart, eye, and skin diseases. They don't shed much and need brushing only once a week, but their faces need careful cleaning and drying every day. Being small, they usually need only short walks and play sessions to keep fit. They have more trouble breathing in hot or humid weather than most dogs have, and should not be allowed to overexert themselves. They like food treats; you may have to warn people not to give them too many, because overweight will bring out all of those genetic medical issues and will aggravate snoring and flatulence. They like a good game and may do well in size-appropriate dog athletics. 

The cat breed most physically analogous to bulldogs might be Persians, but they're not often found in shelters. If I don't find Persian cats I'll pick Manx. Again. 

Zipcode 10101: Sunny from NYC 


Nobody knows much about Sunny but she has a French Bulldog body shape. 

Zipcode 20202: Porsche from Texas by way of Brookeville


Her other ancestors include Miniature Schnauzers. Porsche is a spring puppy who can give the right family fun and games and snuggles for years to come. 

Vanilla from Connecticut 


Abandoned by humans who suddenly left the US, Vanilla was given to the doorman with instructions to "throw her out." She had a hard time as a stray, not being built for survival, but she's been rescued now. They recommend some of the pricier brands of cat food--Purina Pro Plan not Purina Cat Chow.

Sezar from Fairfax 


Though rescued from what seemed to some people in Fairfax like a bad situation (some people in Fairfax have extremely high standards so it's important to ask them to define these terms), Sezar is said to be a cool, well-mannered cat who gets on well with people and other animals because he's a follower. They would prefer that he go to a home where the humans have experience brushing a long-haired pet every day. Some people in Fairfax can be so adorable. 

Zipcode 30303: Valley 22912 from Cumming 


...has a photo gallery. In some of his photos it's quite clear that he's a dog, but this picture, which made me think "Is it a dog or a piglet?", also made me smile. Valley has more than the usual share of problems for a French Bulldog. He is also deaf. His family will have to protect him from dangers a normal dog would hear and fear, like traffic. Dogs can learn sign language; deaf dogs can learn to do tricks in response to signs just as well as hearing dogs do in response to words. Valley is friendly, loves to play, and can play just a bit rough. He is not recommended to families with small children. He will always need a lot of protection, even from himself. 

Mason from Powder Springs 


He would have had a chance at the prize for best photo of a Persian cat in a shelter near Atlanta even if his hadn't been the only photo of a Persian at in a shelter near Atlanta. Mason is not very snuggly but solicits neck massages. If you are not an emotionally needy person, Mason is a well-mannered low-maintenance cat who might be the pet for you.

Friday, September 25, 2026

Tuesday's Book Review: Second Chance with My Bad Boy Ex

Title: Second Chance with My Bad Boy Ex

Author: Abby Grayson

Date: 2023

Quote: "I can't trust him. I definitely can't trust m heart."

Andrea and Kyle lived together before marriage. While she was hoping for wedding bells, he was sneaking off to self-medicate his PTSD with alcohol. One morning she woke up and found a note saying he "couldn't go on." 

Andrea coped, though she didn't find another man she liked. Kyle tried to drink himself to death but his buddies pushed him into a rehabilitation program, and he's let it work for about a year now. And now Kyle's sister, who is Andrea's best friend, is getting married and insists that they be her maid of honor and best man.

I received an Advance Readers Copy of this e-book before it was published. It was lost somewhere in the computer crashes and power outages. I'm sure Abby Grayson assumed I hated the book. I did think Andrea was a bit too much like the heroines of paperback romances of my youth, describing everyone's clothes like a clothing store catalogue, telling Kyle she was doing fine on her own and then immediately losing her lapdog and crying and carrying on until Kyle's calling her "baby girl" again...but that's a small flaw in a romance novel. I failed to review the book because I didn't schedule it and keep track of it. I'm sorry about that. I'm scheduling better than that now. 

Anyway, here are lots of tears and recriminations and declarations of love, and one perfect kiss at the end, for those who like a sweet oldfashioned romance.

Web Log for 9.24.26

One link. One...I was up and at the computer most of the day, and with Microsoft fighting me at every step I managed to write Monday's butterfly post. I had turned on one thing on my "to listen to" list when I started the post. This week's Petfinder post? But it was already after midnight...

Seriously. It's not the laptop; Libre works well, and those few Chrome pages that stay open when the computer's not online, the history and bookmarks and saved PDF files, work well when the laptop's not connected to the Internet. It's when the laptop is connected that Microsoft spews out spite. There are actual "Push" and "Pester" programs, and others with less obvious names, intended to make people feel that computers with hard drives are obsolete, to feed "the cloud" and justify building the horrible "data centers." 

I counted, this morning. At the time of posting I'd given the computer 17 commands. It had obeyed 5 of those commands without prolonged delays and opposition.

Posts may be few and far between until I get Linux, which should have happened already. Will posts be regular again when I have Linux? Will Linux be able to work better than Microsoft? We shall see...

Music 

Creedence Clearwater Revival.




 

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Web Log for 9.23.26

Outlook is actually blocking some e-mail because there's so much backup, so I'm trying to clear out space there...

Agriculture 

Review of a book that's likely to be worth reading, with a link you can use to order the book.


Cybersecurity 

This is speculation. What I've posted in favor of Shooting Down The Cloud is based on science: Whoever may be running large-scale spy/plagiarism programs on computers, whatever they may choose to do with the information, we do know that programs run on that scale take a LOT of computers that use a LOT of space, energy, and water and generate immediate, substantial local warming. I've focussed on the climate concerns. That doesn't mean we should be unaware of more speculative concerns about who's likely to want to use "cloud" data for what purpose. This is a serious concern, here:


Music 

Tom Petty.


Neil Young.



Aukai. 



Ray Stevens. (A real blast from the past, this one. My siblings and I never tried streaking in public, but we did it at home, as a forbidden and therefore preferred way to dry off after a bath.)


Politics, Applied 

Why Christians' primary question is not even whether Trump is a Christian, but whether we're expecting too much from a flawed mortal.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Web Log for 9.22.26

I'm as "all right" as I've been for most of this year. I did other things for most of the day, very little web surfing. Three music links...and I'm launching another blog? Yes. I think there's a need for Fosters-and-Fluff, though I may end up moving it to Blogspot because I'm finding Dreamwidth software less efficient than Blogspot. Between Microsoft's endless-hassle-ware and narcolepsy, I am having trouble maintaining a regular schedule, but things will continue to be posted at all my blogs.

Music 

Deuter.


Andrew Lloyd Webber...the whole thing. Somebody Out There could exercise along with it all through the whole two hours. I'm not claiming to be that person.


Tracy Chapman.

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Web Log for 9.20-21.26

I didn't find any good links on 9.20.26, that's why. 

Animals 

The New York City animal shelter(s) are so overcrowded they're giving dogs away with Chewy starter subscriptions. For some reason "First prize, one Chewy subscription; second prize, two Chewy subscriptions" is coming to mind, but some people don't mind pushy marketers and NYC is probably where those people live. Anyway, last week I was shown this site for people who want to save the animals who will otherwise be killed. These animals have not been on display for adoption; they've been held in a back room where they've been reacting to stress by not recovering from disease conditions (seriously, ringworm?) fast enough (I mean they don't mention even trying coconut oil on the kitten with ringworm), or just acting stressed out. Some of them hide in the backs of their cages. Some of them growl. They've also acted like lovable pets, under less (to them) horrific circumstances, but there's just a fear that they might growl, or scratch, or bite, and the shelter might be sued if these animals were adopted. 

Some of these animals who might bite are the kind of big dogs whose play bites leave scars that last for years. And they may pull on a leash, and their weight and strength may be enough to drag their human around or, in the case of a small or fragile human, jerk person off per feet. Still, there's a difference between a friendly chomp on the arm and a serious, desperate attack on the eyes or throat.

What got to me was that a cat called Mia sounds like a daughter Serena might have had and never told me about. Seriously. She even looks like Serena. Same coloring, and same temperament. "Don't be soppy! I had a mother, thank you just the same. Let's play a good fast game now. I love you, therefore I chomp you." 

During Serena's chomping phase, which she's outgrown actually, what she got was "Why don't you chomp on a stick?" or "Ouch, that hurt," depending. She learned. (Mia is also recognized as an unusually clever cat.) She is a kindhearted animal, and she's shown that she cares about me; she just instinctively chomped and clawed the way kittens (and cats) do with their siblings and best pals. Humans don't have fur, so instead of a nice scratch or squeeze we feel pain as our thin, brittle skins tear open. If we patiently remind kittens about this, they'll patiently try to play gently. 

Mia's humans, unfortunately, wanted to reproduce so they just dumped their cat at a shelter. She felt bored and left out; she bit her humans' ankles. I pity their child. I wouldn't want to have a baby in a New York flat with Serena, and if I had to choose I'd choose to keep the dependent who's physically related to me--that part makes sense--but I'd find a sympathetic friend for Serena to move in with, if I suddenly had to adopt an infant great-niece.

And because Mia might have bitten or scratched strangers who grabbed her and violated her personal space, she was "sedated for examination" and put on gabapentin while in the shelter. Gabapentin is legitimately used to control painful seizures but Mia wasn't having those; there was just this fear that she might, heavenforbidandfend, defend herself. As Serena or any cat of spirit would do.

Some claim that cats don't have a neurological circuit for "play biting," specifically, but they do have a way to feel the difference between biting down to the bone in fear for their life, and biting hard enough to cause pain as a warning, a punishment, or an invitation to play fighting or chasing games. Most cats will only ever do the harmless warning kind of biting in their lifetimes. Mia has only done the harmless warning kind of biting. Veterinarians and their assistants can't afford to have open wounds on their hands as they move from patient to patient, but for the human who's going to live with a cat, the way to manage this behavior is to push into the bite, pushing the cat's head up and back, which warns the cat that biting is not going to win this fight. So you have a scratch. So you can wash it, apply a mini-Band-Aid if you really want to, and let it heal; it should heal in a day or two. 

Gabapentin works through a different mechanism than carbamazepine, aka Tegretol, the other popular anti-seizure pill for humans, but in humans both are known to cause obsessive thoughts of suicide. Who knows how that reaction feels to a cat. 

Mia didn't warm up to what she undoubtedly perceives as the kidnappers and torturers in the shelter, so she was never even offered to the public for adoption. She got exactly 42 hours with her photo and history displayed on that web page for problem pets who are about to be killed.

By the time this post goes live, Mia will probably be dead.

I couldn't take her, even if someone were paying me to be her foster human. Serena chooses her own friends. She's the perfect hostess with some visiting cats, willing to adopt some kittens, unwilling to bring some of her own friends home or feed some of her own kittens. She might adopt a shy, docile junior female but I can't imagine her welcoming a doppelganger. She has zero tolerance for rival females. Mia is a Queen Cat too. Serena wouldn't have that. 

But because not enough people read the web page that has the inside stories of "pets at risk," somebody in New York City, possibly a reader of this web page who's read all the cat posts and appreciated the sweetness and spiciness of Serena, is going to miss out on the experience of living with her kind of cat. And it's an experience of delight. If you're smart enough to figure out what a sassy, energetic Queen Cat is telling you, you can reasonably congratulate yourself, and also a cat like Serena will love you back in ways normal cats probably don't have the brainpower to think about. 

I've loved Serena from the day she was born. Looking at her face has never failed to brighten my mood. Even though, as a kitten, she used to bite me in a playful affectionate way, and as a big strong cat, she still bares her teeth and lets me feel them if she doesn't want to be groomed or petted. (This is just letting the teeth be felt, not gripping or biting down--a special, gentle warning for her human.) There've been times when I've had to throw something around her and hold her down, when she's been ill, but there's never been a moment when I would have heard a word about doping her.

She's getting old, in cat years. So far she agrees with me that nine cat years, which according to the old saw corresponds to age 63 for humans, is not old enough to stop running, climbing, or anything else one did when one was young. But it doesn't leave her a lot of years. One day I'll probably try to bond with other cats, even other social cats, and think that they're sort of tame and boring.

If you're used to living with a dog or cat and aren't going to panic if an animal who's just had a rabies shot bites you, and you can drive or get someone to drive you to New York City, go here.


You can't commit to adopting them all but you can get a few of them out of the shelter and offer them foster homes, free of charge, possibly with food and vet bills paid for you, while finding their pawmanent/purrmanent homes.

Art 

They don't claim it's easy, but it is possible:.


Music 

Wu Fei.


Bon Jovi.


Tech 

Real Men's Liberation forever! Even though women are capable of learning the skills (though the work is much harder for most of us since most things are built to fit men)...there's something dead sexy about a man who can, alone or with help from a friend, fix things. 

Monday's Book Review: Second Chance with My Secret Crush

Title: Second Chance with My Secret Crush 

Author: Andrea Ocean

Date: 2023

Quote: "I really would like to rediscover my artistic side and find the courage to try again."

That's Amy-for-short-for-Amethyst who works at the cafe in Mermaid Shores, a small town on New England's coast. She paints. She tells herself not to hope for anything when her old school friend Liam,who struck it rich on Lombard Street, comes back to Mermaid Shores and buys the cafe...but we all know she'll be married to a man who can afford to keep an emerging artist as a wife, soon. 

This is a sweet, wholesome romance in which we read a few "I love you"s but don't have to watch any kissing. If the children want to read it,let them.  

Petfinder Post: Microsoft or Petfinder?

It's hard to determine whether Petfinder.com is misbehaving or Microsoft is misbehaving. Anyway, Petfinder has a complex, interactive web site; as of this morning that site was not interacting. There may be a Petfinder post later in the day, or another day.  

Monday, September 21, 2026

Butterfly of the Week: Heraclides Chiansiades

"Who was Chiansiades"? No one was. This week's butterfly is very similar to Heraclides anchisiades so it was given a name that reminds us of anchisiades. 


Photo from INaturalist.

It is common and considered a "species of least concern." Since it's large, with a wingspan typically about four and a half inches, and devours a variety of leaves and fruits in the pepper and citrus families, some people wish it were rare. In a field planted with just one species for the farmers' convenience, insects find it convenient to reproduce like fleas; many species will destroy their host plants and move on.When insects have to travel past things they can't eat to get to more things they can eat, they are better able to maintain a healthy balance with their host plants. 

There are usually now counted as four subspecies: H.c. chiansiades, dospassosi, maroni, and mossi. Maroni used to be listed as a separate species. (Though "Maroni" is a family name, the butterflies were probably named after the Maroni River, near which they were found.) The subspecies correspond roughly to countries on the map, being found in Ecuador, Colombia, Venezuela, and Brazil in that order. Some count specimens of maroni found in French Guiana as maripasoula, a fifth subspecies. 


This one was found in Ecuador, "on the Apuya Road."

All have dark wings with hardly any "swallow tail," white or cream-colored spots on the fore wings, and usually pink spots on the hind wings. This page shows the difference in size and placement of these spots that identify the subspecies:


It is not well documented on the Internet, even on older sites where it's still listed as Papilio chiansiades. Citrus growers claim to know the caterpillars, but have not published photos. Even the female of each subspecies is poorly documented, dismissed at one Brazilian site with, in my free translation, "This species shows little sexual dimorphism. The pink spots on the hind wings are larger than the pale spots on the fore wings of the female, opposite to the male." 

Here is a fine opportunity for South American students to become famous.

Sunday, September 20, 2026

Web Log for 9.18-19.26

Mini-post and some music links, and, at the end, a poem.

Animals


Lens couldn't find a source for this meme; it might be unique to the Mirror. Lens mentioned that similar cormorant pictures were used in articles about how cormorants were the world's most hated birds. (The ones who've not been trained to fish for humans have been known to steal fish from humans.) They can become overcrowded and messy in a hurry, but I like the cormorant's silly grin and the way it can do anything any other large bird can do, only none of it ever quite so well. The cormorant is too heavy to soar when it flies, waddles when it walks, and soaks up water and has to come out to dry when it swims. It can live under water for a few minutes at a time. Somehow, between its permanent grin and its enthusiastic attitude,it looks as if it's having fun anyway.

Technically in their own ornithological "family," because they have some structural features that are unique, are the anhingas. In the South American culture that named this genus it was seen as an unfriendly spirit, a "devil bird." (In the Tupi language it sounds like "a-ying-a"; in English it's "an-HING-ga.") Though not particularly aggressive it probably startled the long-ago swimmer who first gave it that name. Europeans have always seen them as a slightly more attractive kind of cormorant. In Spanish their name is cormoran real, the Royal Cormorant, just as the peacock is pavo real, the Royal Turkey.


Photo from Wikipedia.

Both genera are able to swim, dive, walk, and fly. Their weak point is that, when swimming in pursuit of fish, either diving or swimming too long will allow water to soak in through their feathers. Then the birds feel chilly and come out and stand in the sun, waiting to dry off. While the plain black cormorant gets called things like "old molting crow," the anhinga displays a cape of black and white feathers that look fine even while the bird is wet. Life is not fair. Anyway, what amuses most people, and intimidated the person who named the anhinga, is that while the birds swim, their feathers gradually absorb water, lose air, and allow the birds to swim lower and lower in the water until the whole body is submerged and only the head and neck stick out, periscope style. The necks invariably remind some people of snakes--if one could imagine a snake standing up vertically in deep water. 


Photo from AllAboutBirds.com. Anhingas fly "better" than cormorants--they can really soar, like eagles--and walk even more awkwardly. People who see them flying or perching usually call anhingas elegant, graceful, even magnificent; a newspaper reporter who saw his first one walking headlined the article about the strange bird at the local lake "Is this the world's ugliest bird?" (No; that would be the Great Cormorant.)

Both genera bite if they feel threatened, and the anhinga's heronlike beak can be as dangerous as a heron's. Both are mostly black, with variations in some species; young American anhingas have beige necks and brown bodies; adult males turn dark gray or black, adult females usually stay beige and brown. Both, like other predatory birds, suffered drastic population declines in the mid-twentieth century and are beginning to recover their numbers now. Every few years of the present century someone has reported an American Anhinga or Double-Crested Cormorant straying further north than its range had shrunk to when baby-boomers and our teachers were learning about these things. 

There's a wide variety of cormorants, large and small. Some are adapted to survive at low temperatures and live in cold climates. All four species of anhingas, however, look alike except for color patterns, and live in warm climates, though they've strayed up to New York and Ohio in hot weather. 

Both kinds of birds can also be kept as pets and trained to share fish with humans, though all fish-eating birds, and the considerable mess they leave where they've perched, smell like dead fish. Though not really affectionate (or intelligent) they can learn to come when called and tolerate being handled by their humans. People have eaten anhingas, though nobody's ever claimed that they tasted good.

If you become interested in these birds and share your interest with housemates and neighbors, they may feel relieved and not give you a hard time when you decide to keep a few chickens.

Music 

Wanktones.


Celtic Thunder.



Annie Lennox.


Madness.


Voice Play attempt a Toto song.


John Prine.


Grace Jones.


Bob Dylan. (This song may be an optimistic choice. It still feels like August here.)


Linda Ronstadt.


Exercise music.


Pink. 


Motley Crue.


Al Stewart.


Elton John.


Winston Peters (of Trinidad), the Mighty Gypsy.




Andrew Lloyd Webber.


The Cure.


The Moody Blues.


The Weakerthans.


Poetry 

Another observation about the disposability of the male...

Book Review: Bullets

Title: Bullets 

Author: Terry Toler 

Date: 2026

Publisher: Beholdings

Quote: "That was the problem. He was too good at surviving."

Peter is a decorated veteran, the toughest of the tough, and he's tired of being one when he swims out into rough sea with the intention of drowning. But along comes a woman walking her German Shepherd, and the dog dives into the big, cold waves to rescue Peter. The woman knows something is wrong because he's swimming in jeans, and invites him to her house for breakfast.

Maggie is a veteran's daughter, pretty tough too, in her own way, but she has an Insane Admirer who's starting to give her the creeps. She tells Peter the call she rejected was a wrong number. He knew it wasn't by looking at her. Now he has a reason to live again: He will protect Maggie. He teaches Maggie, who has never been interested before, how to shoot. He can't resist showing her that, for him, shooting is an art form.

Local laws seem to protect the Insane Admirer more than they do Peter, Maggie, or the lovable rescue dog Bullet. When Peter and Bullet finally see the man face to face, he runs madly away, smashes his face on the curb, then fakes bite marks and tells the police they attacked him. The police reclaim Bullet. Maggie blames Peter and doesn't want to talk to him. Peter has nothing left to live for, but doesn't feel suicidal this time--yet.

In literary fiction, a happy ending to a story like this one is supposed to be caused by something the protagonists do. In Christian fiction, their alternatives include praying and catching a lucky break. This sweet romance ends with a wedding.

Toler (since this is a romance, I should probably mention: he/him) has written a lot of other novels. This one seems to stand alone, but it's actually #6 in a series of romances featuring rich, successful, dominant men. Maggie says more about what she doesn't like than the usual heroine of female-authored romance, because Peter is realistically damaged and Maggie is realistically tough enough to tell him what puts her off. We can tell it's True Love, though, because Peter listens and learns...as does Maggie. By the end of the book it's possible to imagine that their quarrels will become less frequent and less painful, over time, rather than the usual pattern of quarrels getting worse as each person locks into ego defense mode and refuses to listen or learn. Bullets is genre fiction, but in a small and generic way Toler has pulled off something few authors have even tried.

Friday, September 18, 2026

Web Log for 9.16-17.26

Absolutely no Web surfing took place on 9.15.26. I went out in the poisoned air and spent the rest of the day feeling sleepy and dopey. Now I don't want to get too far from the bathroom. This is an ongoing problem that has reached a point where it could be solved by the usual solution to all problems I've had, namely money. Rather large amounts of money I'm afraid; I'm not asking for pocket change. If you are an old, rich relative who could stand to part with a couple hundred thousand dollars you're only going to pay taxes on, let's talk. Offline. This web site will now address the more typical Internet audience who do your reading at work or school to save the cost of buying books. This web site recommends that you buy more books, selectively. 

You can of course select my light verse chapbook, The First Book of Bad Poetry (TM), which contains all new poems that have never appeared here. They were on my Substack. Once a year the Substack poems become a book. There's still room for a few founding subscribers to receive them, free of charge, as they appear. If the Internet lasts, eventually subscriptions will cost money, as do books.

Meanwhile...

Animals 

Monarch butterflies start migrating south.


Fashion 


Found on the Lonely Libertarian blog. Lens credits Carol Alexander-Price on Facebook. This is why most women would rather run the wasteful air conditioning in the car than just roll down the windows. 

Food 

Pawpaws are coming into season. They are safe to eat...for most people. Some people are allergic to pawpaws. Like bananas, they're ripe and edible when they look rotten, the peels black, the fruit mushy. They can be picked, or picked up, while slightly green and ripened in the house for a day or two. If green, however, they're toxic. Like green tomatoes, they contain enough of the plant's biochemical defense to go beyond being merely indigestible. 


What happens when human-made chemicals are thrown into the mix? My guess is that that's when pawpaws, soursops, and other foods like bananas and tomatoes, really become toxic. The pawpaw is not a fruit anyone should ever try picking green and ripening with glyphosate. It bites back. Especially if cooked. In olden days the pioneers who might have had no other fruit when they binged on pawpaws didn't get Parkinson's Disease, but pawpaws in the diet and paraquat in the air do not mix well.

Music 

Glen Campbell.


Kurt Elling.


Willie Nelson.


Kellie Pickler.


Kentucky Headhunters.


Johnny Cash (with Jimmy Rodgers).


If you play it at normal speed, this is exercise music with a madly speeded-up video of how someone drew a cartoon robot in Windows Excel. (Yes, Windows had invented graphics programs before this; the person was showing off, using Excel.) I've not tried slowing it down, but it might be possible to learn something about computer graphics that way.


John Mitchell and Jim Feeney.


The Troggs. (Yes, this is one of the world's most stupid songs. That is what makes it special. One of the sisters and I used to laugh at it.)


Mark Knopfler.


Jordan Winkler. (Topical, with rude language.)


The Divinyls. (The kind of desperate caterwauling that would scare any man in his right mind away from these girls--they don't look that bad, but wow, what a heap of needy.)


Exercise music with cartoons.


Extremely rude parody from the Obama years. If you listen, don't let your parents/children know. If you're too young to remember, note the internal inconsistencies of the accusations...nobody is trying to claim that Obama did any of these things, only that they thought it would have been funny if he did.


Macklemore (the song parodied, above).


Celtic Thunder.


Choo Choo Eddy.


Some unidentified church group.


Slim Harpo.


Bellamy Brothers.


Peppermint Harris.


Computer-generated barbershop quartet.


Second Amendment 


Found on the Mirror. Lens says it was posted as a black-and-white photo, with the same caption, by Jim Smrt on Linked In, later cartoonified and colored and used by lots of other people.

I don't think I've ever read all of The Federalist Papers or even found them in one place, but should you know anyone stupid enough to try to reopen any further debate about gun bans, the most relevant interpretation of the Second Amendment is FP #46, written by James Madison. 

Technology 


Why is anyone paying rent on things we used to buy--may have already bought and discarded in favor of the newest thing! If you're serious about ending climate change and keeping obnoxious "data center" construction out of your neighborhood, STOP PAYING RENT FOR ELECTRONICS. Remember, people can live well without any electronics. Landline phones or none. Computers with hard drives or none. Chip-free appliances (and cars) or none. Tell the corporations we're not paying rent on "the cloud" (any more, if we ever did). They can only do what the market allows. We are the market. We can stop this abomination--if we choose. We can make "the cloud" backfire like the Edsel, like Dylan Mulvaney.

New Book Review: The Dreaming Collection

Title: The Dreaming Collection 

Author: E.C. Myatt

Date: 2026

Quote: "Chasing the fairytale again, are we?"

We are. These are a set of stories about couples for whom a physical attraction led into True Love. Unlike the boxed sets of six romances a month that made Harlequin/Silhouette/Zebra rich in the twentieth century, though, these romances involve people at different stages in life for whom Romantic Love works in unusual ways. In the first story a couple flop into bed, the woman wanting to break an engagement she's sensed will lead to a boring marriage, the man wanting to fight back against a chronic disease...

Achalasia. What's that? The name comes from Greek and means "no relaxation." It's one of those rare gastrointestinal diseases that seems to have become, recently, about ten times as common as it used to be; from something 1 out of 100,000 people have to something 1 out of 10,000 people have. The digestive tract fails to relax so that food can pass down. Government-approved medical sites don't offer an explanation for its cause, suggesting that some sort of genetic predisposition may be involved. Oh right. Glyphosate is known to cause ulceration of the digestive tract more often than it causes spasticity, but it can cause both. In the story Elliot, the character who has achalasia, does not explain his condition; Emma loves him enough to look it up, quietly, without telling us what she learned.

Anyway, Emma finds Elliot so attractive that she flops undeterred by the blood on his clothes and recent surgery wound on his abdomen. They become friends-with-benefits. Emma has an income and doesn't want to seem like a gold-digger. Elliot is rich. After twenty-five years, they get married.

Other variations on what seemed, when I researched the topic, to be the universal male fantasy blur into the "happily ever after" female fantasy in this book. There's a "water person" who lives on and near water and knows it's True Love when the other person, though less obsessed, is excited by skinny-dipping too. There's a couple who bond on a train ride. There's an elderly widow who ventures out into society again and straightaway finds a seccond Romantic Love. 

All of these romantic dreams are oh-so-very British (although some of them involve travel to Europe) and are written with just enough attention to body parts to make clear when the male fantasy--feel, flop, make babies, repeat--is being enacted. Or, in Southern Baptist dialect, the Ten Commandments are being broken. In real life this behavior would lead to guilt, buyers' remorse, pregnancy panics and probably bitter break-ups. In these stories it leads to long-term Romantic Love.

If stories where breaking the Ten Commandments is rewarded, rather than punished, appeal to you then you must have this anthology. It's a fantasy, like Santa Claus. If you remember that it wouldn't work in real life, but the fantasy gets you into the mood to welcome your husband home during the hours before the children come home, I say blessed be.

Thursday, September 17, 2026

Book Review: Rescued by My Brother's Best Friend

Title: Rescued by My Brother's Best Friend 

Author: Abby Greyson

Date: 2023

Quote: "This trip has become a nightmare, and I haven't made it home yet!"

The other car banging into hers was bad enough but what really makes Emma want to die of embarrassment is that the man helping her out of the wreck is her brother's best friend, Lane, on whom she's always had a doomed crush. She went to the city to forget about him. She came back, and he's still single and still her brother's business partner. Some part of her has to have known this but for now she's wallowing in embarrassment.

It gets worse before it's over. The young men find the manuscript for Emma's current romance novel. It's about a hero who resembles Lane and is the heroine's brother's best friend. Real guys would deal with their embarrassment at such a thought by joking about it. Lane and Emma's brother Kieran are so tactful it hurts. We are not on the planet Earth. This romance takes place on the Lost Planet of Nice.

This short, sweet romance might have been finished and published a little too quickly, but it shouldn't embarrass readers very much, even if children find it.

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

Ten Fictional Characters I'd Invite to Dinner

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks reviewers which fictional characters we'd invite to dinner. 

In theory this could mean dinner-and-a-movie alone,as in a date, or dinner-with-the-family, as in fun for the whole family to know, or any number of other things...People I invite to dinner, in real life, are people who've invited me, or people I want to interview in an informal way. On an Internet writer's income those invitations are few and far between. But let's imagine that I was rich and could afford to host dinner parties where people would have some interests in common, and enjoy meeting each other...

1. Before Robert Louis Stevenson invented his Mr Hyde, who was British so presumably wrote "Mr" without a period, Louisa May Alcott had invented a Mr. Hyde, who was American so presumably used the period. Mr. Hyde was not a regular lecturer at Plumfield, but a family friend whose company the Little Men enjoyed. He is thought to have been based on Alcott's own family friend, Henry David Thoreau. He was a New England naturalist and a sort of father-figure for Dan, the orphan who had been homeless for too long to settle down in a nice quiet home. He didn't get a lot of lines in the book. Alcott's audience failed to ask for a book where he was a primary character. It might be interesting to get to know him better.

2. So, a logical person to seat near him would be either Dan or Jo from Little Men, but that would raise the question of inviting the whole Plumfield crowd. They'd be fun to know, I suppose, in a sententious and Victorian way, like old school Seventh-Day Adventists. But a Top Ten List should steer readers to ten books, so why not Mark Herron, the orphan adopted into Elizabeth Enright's Melendy Family partly because he impressed the Melendy kids by being an amateur naturalist. Obviously this is going to be a family-friendly party. Some people's plus-ones may be their parents, or adoptive parents.

3. Mark might like Sam Gribley from Jean George's My Side of the Mountain. Sam knew enough about the woods in upstate New York to live in them on his own for a year. (He's one of the few human characters by whom George's novels were driven. Usually, even if the point of view is human, the central characters in her books are animals.)

4. People can bring their own dates to this party, which may be the kind where people form single-sex conversation groups and there's nothing wrong with that, but it needs some women. Why not Della Turnbow from Barbara Kingsolver's Flight Behavior? Even if she's not reconciled with her husband, she'd behave decently in a group that includes children. 

5. And Susie Schnitzer from Harriette Simpson Arnow's Weedkiller's Daughter. At the end of her story she's still Green mostly because her parents aren't, but she appreciates nature enough to fit in with this group.

6. So, why not poor little Nina from Lynne Kelly's Secret Language of Birds? That child needs to know that older people appreciate nature and wildlife. Older people who are nicer than her parents. Role models. 

7. Fern Arable in Charlotte's Web is too young to be invited to a dinner party but, since everyone here is familiar with time travelling, maybe someone can find and invite her after she's a bit older. She has enough sensitivity to other lifeforms that she'd fit in. (A lot of my favorite fictional characters are children.)

8. So has Laura Ingalls from Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House books. This party needs more adults so let's invite her from The First Four Years, when she's considered a young adult

9. And why not Jesse Aarons from Katherine M. Paterson's Bridge to Terabithia?

10. And, since we're time travelling all over the place and we need an older person, Bertha Damon's Grandma from Grandma Called It Carnal. She has to have been fictionalized, even if she's supposed to be fact-based, and she'd be fun.

Well, dinner parties aren't usually children's parties, but there we are. Children are not the focus of aunts' lives but they have tended to be the focus of this aunt's parties. I like people who are Green and these characters are Green. I like adults who are comfortable around children and these characters are that. 

(Note that that awful cat-hating bed-flopping female from Prodigal Summer is NOT invited--she might not behave well with either the cats or the children. I thought about the nameless narrator from Surfacing, but who knows what might trigger another mental breakdown for her. I thought about Elaine Rowley and her family from Cat's Eye, but couldn't pick just one of them. I thought about some characters from non-US novels and decided that, although this crowd is comfortable with time travel, what they all have in common is a love of North American wildlife, and characters from other places might fit in better at a different party...and anyway, Grandma makes ten.)

(If you've read this far, please don't stop reading because you don't want to be invited to any of my parties! I hardly ever throw parties, and if you visited my town in real life I'd want to have lunch with you at your choice of the Mexican restaurant, the 1950s diner, or the cafe.)

Book Review: A Fishy Murder Case

Title: A Fishy Murder Case

Author: Tabitha Knight

Date: 2023

Quote: "I'm just here for my girlfriend. You won't catch me anywhere near one of these mutts if I can help it."

Leon is a jerk who hates dogs, even the lovable retriever his girlfriend wants to train him to walk on a leash. Still, when he's murdered, Nia and her friend Detective Istas want to know whodunit. What they learn will tap back into Nia's history and involve her family. For both amateur and professional detectives, this story has an unusually happy ending.

This is a short, clean, cozy mystery that few parents would really mind their children reading.   

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Regular Petfinder Post: Dachshunds and Shorr-Haired Cats

This is Biscuit from NYC. See below.


I do know what got into me today. The cats have missed Wonder-kitten. Silver missed having kittens; she inherited the Seralini trait and most of her kittens seemed to be nothing but little bundles of excreted toxicity that nature never intended to live, and the first time she gave birth to living kittens who wanted milk she seemed to have some trouble starting the cycle, but she enjoyed nursing kittens. Most female cats apparently do. I think she's been spayed, without my consent. This year, either she's had more unpleasant glyphosate reactions due to being unable to sequester toxins in fetuses, or she's had more unpleasant reactions to something in "New Roundup," or maybe both. She's often looked as sore-eyed as Pastel used to look. She seemed miffed that Wonder didn't want to start a lactation cycle, and then, after he died, one evening she solicited attention and even snuggles, which she never does under normal circumstances, and I've not seen her since. Apparently Wild Thyme died by misadventure and Silver went off in search of kittens. If she can't have kittens of her own, knowing Silver, she's likely to look for another cat who has some and try to be that cat family's nursemaid. Social cats normally do rear kittens together. Normal cats may or may not understand.

I've missed Silver, but, docile though she is, she wants what she wants. She was delighted to be an indoor pet in winter. In summer, not so much. The alternative to letting her go out and endanger her life would have been to keep her, literally, like a caged animal in the house. As things are...if she finds a mate, or even a cat family that will have her as a nursemaid, she may want to move in with those cats' humans, and if not she may be able to remember the way home again. Or someone might recognize this little face, on what is now a middle-aged cat, and bring her home.


Silver is still small and slim, healthy weight eight or nine pounds; not particularly cuddly and not particularly gentle, but not aggressive, likely to sit beside a person or on person's knee with her claws out; usually very quiet and polite, not usually likely to overeat though she has a good appetite and eats quickly. If she looks bleary-eyed, sniffles, wheezes, or coughs it's probably a glyphosate reaction that will pass. She was treated for worms after living as a feral cat two years ago, responded well to treatment, but may have an additional, less common parasite problem--a vet would be able to tell from a fecal sample. She is a sensitive little animal who wants very much to be loved by other social cats. She accepts love and affection from humans, but it's just not the same.

Missing Silver, who neighbors think is roaming around in the woods, may have something to do with the fact that I became involved with what is apparently a routine event in two towns in California, the slaughter of pets who've not been adopted in one month. This shouldn't happen. I didn't want to believe it would happen if people posted about it on social media--but after "trending" in the middle of the night, the topic was overshadowed by more ignorance about Lindsay Clancy in the daytime. 

So there was that, when I was awake, and then there was the stage of a glyphosate reaction that involves narcolepsy, interference with both waking and sleeping, and probably kidney damage. I blame the brainfog on having gone out in the beautiful, cool, sunny morning to talk to visitors. Thought as well as movement, even typing, are taking place at about half my usual pace. It's now almost 10 p.m. and here I am finishing the post I should have had up here before 10 a.m. Anyway. Here are the usual shelter animal photos.

What's a Clumber Spaniel? you might be asking. The name was familiar to me from a short story by Eleanor Farjeon, in which a young man with few advantages in life wrote to a woman, "MY LOVE! I love you because you are lovely like my Pup." 


This is a show-quality "Clumber Pup." So Farjeon may have been saying that the girl was not what we would now consider very pretty.

Clumber Spaniels differ from other spaniel breeds in being thickset, short (up to 20" at the shoulder) but very heavy (55-85 pounds). This breed originated in England and has mostly stayed there. Clumber Spaniels do exist in the US, and Petfinder has pages for them, but no shelter in the Eastern States currently has one seeking adoption. They are a breed the Bossyboots of Britain do not approve of, probably because they have long hair and floppy ears.

So we move on to the next breed on the list of dog breeds the Busybodies & Nannies hate, which is Dachshunds, which are better known in the US. Dachshunds are the "sausage dogs" with the long slim bodies and short legs. There's a larger variety that stand up to 9" high at the shoulder, and a "miniature" variety up to 6" high. Not bred to be able to survive on their own, they appeal to humans because they're small and non-threatening. Like Chihuahuas, they can chomp, if they're driven to it, but they're not hard for a human to kill. If the human believed they needed to be killed, anyway. The normal human reaction to a Dachshund is to want to pick it up and cuddle it. Adult dogs usually don't want to be picked up and cuddled, but if they're Dachshunds they usually can learn to tolerate this behavior.

But a friend's Dachshund asked me to tell you that she would prefer that people let her sniff their feet and then throw something for her to chase. She has that in common with my non-cuddly cat Serena. She will snuggle beside her human and take naps, as adult cats and dogs normally do with friends of any species, but she is not a baby and does not want to be used as a substitute for one.

Small as they are, Dachshunds are indeed hounds--hunting dogs. The larger variety were bred to dig badgers out of their burrows, the "miniatures" to dig out rabbits. They are strong for their size, and heavy (the taller ones can weigh up to 30 pounds), and they can be stubborn. They can usually bark like big dogs, which makes them effective watchdogs. They can be reckless. They were bred to go into small places and kill and carry out animals as big as they are, or bigger. You want them to tell you when strangers approach, not get themselves killed by tearing into a sharp-hoofed deer, a man, or even a bear who persists in approaching. 

If they get enough of the right kind of exercise Dachshunds normally live 12 to 16 years. They may need help to maintain a healthy weight and avoid forms of exercise that might overstrain their backs.  Jumping or climbing stairs can be dangerous. They are generally healthy dogs but should be checked for heart and joint defects. They need exercise on the level; they prefer to be near their humans, are often happiest as indoor pets, but live longest if they walk outdoors regularly. They are most likely to pay attention to the noises humans make when they love and want to please thei humans; they don't like to feel that they've been bullied into doing anything. 

As a breed Dachshunds receive full marks for loyalty to their humans, good marks for good behavior with other animals and small children. 

Zipcode 10101: Biscuit from NYC 
[see above]


They think a Dachshund managed to crossbreed with a German Shepherd. Biscuit was picked up as a stray dog, but seems friendly and eager to be a pet (again?).

Moonshine from NYC


Though they think the person who put him in the shelter was unkind to him, and he's very wary about loud noises and sudden movements, Moonshine is said to be generally friendly. He wants to sleep on his human's bed and is said to meow to be let into his foster family's bedrooms, but "will stop after about twenty minutes."  

Zipcode 20202: Delta from DC 


Thought to be about 8 months old and part retriever, Delta currently weighs 18 pounds and is expected to grow to as much as 30 pounds. She's not fully trained; she's just a puppy.

Garbanzo Bean from South Carolina by Way of DC 


Seriously? The rest of the litter of kittens named after varieties of bean were cuter than that? I don't want to know. Anyway, this is the kitten who's remained unadopted long enough to be advertised in DC. Basic spring kitten story. To her former human family I say: if you could put that little face in a shelter, any cat who puts up with you probably deserves to be sterilized. Just do it. 

Zipcode 30303: Jazmina from Douglasville 



She's in a county shelter; they don't have much to say about her. I'm not sure why her best photo displays sidewise. Blogspot does not have a mechanism for fixing this.

Sailor Pluto from Chattanooga by way of Atlanta 


They think this one is a future Queen Cat with that way of staring at people before she decides to snuggle. There's also a "Sailor Mercury" whose distinguishing quality appears to be shyness. They don't insist on the two kittens being adopted together, but two kittens are generally easier to live with than one kitten...unless you have a young adult cat like our Drudge, who really seemed to enjoy reliving kittenhood with Wonder.