The rest… is silence.
Category: Haste and leisure
“Blurtso joins DonkeyMatch.com”
Hey, what’s this? A dating site! Maybe I should fill out a profile.
Age: I don’t know, I haven’t cut myself in half to count the rings
Height: I like high places, especially my treehouse
Weight: less than an elephant, more than a duck
I like myself, so if you’re anything like me, you’ll like me too.
What I’m doing with my life:
eating, sleeping, walking around
I’m really good at:
looking and thinking
The first thing that others notice about me:
that I stepped on their foot
Favorite books: The Idiot’s Guide to Animal Husbandry
Favorite music: You Can’t Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd (Roger Miller), Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata for Seventy-Six Trombones
Favorite movies: Babbling Brook (ambient DVD), Ocean Waves (ambient DVD), Winter Snowfall (ambient DVD), Mister Ed
Favorite food: sustainably grown, organic, local, macrobiotic, paleolithic, ketogenic, activated-charcoal, Mediterranean, Adriatic, North-Atlantic, South-Atlantic, north-beach, south-beach, Laguna-Beach, free-range, super-detox, free-range, alfalfa-fed pumpkins
Things I can’t do without:
my hooves, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, and sometimes my tail
I spend a lot of time thinking about:
what that smell is
On a typical Friday night I am:
wondering what night of the week it is
The most private thing I’m willing to admit is:
my life is an open blog
I’m looking for:
- the wristwatch I lost
- a calorie-free pumpkin pie
- calorie-free whipped cream
- a roadmap that can be folded
- a restroom with stalls for donkeys
- sunglasses that don’t pinch my ears
You should message me if:
- you need an empty pie tin
- you found my wristwatch
- you lost your Wi-fi
- you have a pumpkin pie
- you want to read me a bedtime story
“Blurtso fulfills his potential”
The ability to fulfill your potential,
depends entirely on your definition of fulfillment.
“Happy New Year”
“We are better together”
“Blurtso forgets his mittens”
Off I go! said Blurtso, streaking out the door. Places to go, things to do, I’d better pick up the pace, I’m late, late, late!
Hey, why are my hoofs so cold? Oh no, I forgot my mittens! I guess it’s back I go. Up the walk, through the door, grab my mittens, go, go, go. Ahhhh, that’s better, said Blurtso. That’s more like it. Snug and soft, happy on the hoof. Now, what was I doing? Where was I rushing to?