With the passing of Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, and especially our own EbbandFlow, I think we can agree that this year really can’t get any worse — and that is not me issuing the universe a friggin’ challenge.
Let’s take it easy on ourselves the rest of the year, eh?
Sad news this morning: Our own EbbandFlow, only a short time after being diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer, has passed on.
I think it’s safe to say that all of us here at TheZoo will miss her terribly. She was always kind and loving, had a great love of family, music, animals — especially birds and her cat, Mel — and she remembered all the Zoosters’ birthdays.
The universe has lost a bright and beautiful light, and Ebb will live our hearts forever.
This is our daily open thread — Please post your favorite music or bird photo in remembrance of Ebb
I know I’ve posted this video a few times over the years, in one form or another, but I’m posting it again.
Why? That’s a good question. I’m glad you asked.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m feeling especially pessimistic or cynical these days, but I’m thinking that we haven’t learned anything over the past year. Maybe it’s just that the United States is absolutely fucking bonkers right now, and I’m having trouble seeing the good in the world; or maybe we’re at a critical turning point, and, much like correcting a naughty child, the behavior gets much worse before it starts getting better.
I hope it’s both, and I hope the “getting better” part starts happening soon.
This is the last Sunday Roast of the year — What do you think?
Mmmmmmmmmm, cookies! Little single servings of sugary heaven. :-)
Obviously, I didn’t make the cookies shown in the photo, because if I had, I would be forced to hurt whoever had the nerve to eat them. That just doesn’t go over well with family and friends — so I’ve heard.
If I make cookies, they’re little blobs of dough that get dropped from a spoon, and then bake into gooey deliciousness. No one is harmed by my ordinary blobby cookies, unless they mind putting on several pounds, or they are diabetic. I was unkind to my (now former) brother-in-law, who, if he’s still alive, is a diabetic, when I came upon him stuffing cookies into his facial blackhole. He thought I was joking — I wasn’t.
He deserved it!
Anyhoo, what’s your favorite holiday cookie? Feel free to share your cookie-related holiday traditions, and how they came about.