Trump Name Loses In Court … 😁

This post is rather irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but since it gave me a bit of joy, I am sharing it anyway.  Sometimes we just have to have a bit of fun, yes?  It keeps us from slipping into the rabbit hole.

Imagine for a minute, if you can, going home from work at night … you live in a high-rise condo, and as you enter the building, every time you enter the building, you have to see this …Trump-Place-signI couldn’t do it … I would have had to have moved … no, wait … I never would have bought a condo in that building to start with!  Especially given that prices range from $750,000 to $6 million!!! Anyway, Trump Place, at 200 Riverside Boulevard in Manhattan, is a condominium building where the residents have gotten tired of seeing Trump’s name on the front of their house every day, and they decided it needs to go.  Trump does not own the building, by the way … the condo owners own it.  So, they decided back in February 2017 to take the sign down, took an informal vote, and since more than 60% of the residents want the Trump name gone, it comes down, right?

Not quite so fast there …

In March 2017, the condo board received a letter from Alan Garten, chief legal officer for the Trump Organization, which read, in part …

“Please be advised that [removing the signs] would constitute a flagrant and material breach of the License Agreement,” Garten wrote in March 2017. He said that if the board made any effort to remove the sign, the Trump Organization “will have no choice but to commence appropriate legal proceedings.”

Turns out that back when the building was built, the condo board paid a grand total of $1 to Trump Organization for rights to the use of his name, and Trump and his attorneys believed that meant that his name had to stay there forever. The board didn’t wait around for Garten to file a suit, but instead took the bull by the horns and sued the Trump Organization.  And won.

In May, Judge Eileen Bransten found that “The court does not find any of defendant’s arguments convincing.”  She gave Trump Organization until October 1st to file an appeal, which they swore to do, but October 1st came and went more than two weeks ago, and no word of an appeal.  The judge said that as long as a two-thirds majority of the condo owners voted to take the signage down, it could come down.  Nearly 70% voted to remove it.

This isn’t the first time since his election that Trump’s name has been removed from buildings with similar agreements.  Three neighboring Manhattan rental complexes have already removed the Trump name, as did hotels in Canada and Panama.  When the other three Riverside Boulevard buildings dumped Trump, the concierges got new uniforms sans the word “Trump”, and the doormats were changed.  Residents, who pay an average of $9,700 per month to live in those rental properties, were thrilled.

“It’s embarrassing to tell people where you live.”

“For me, watching Trump talk about groping women and then seeing his name above my home was the breaking point. It was time to declare that we don’t want to live in a building bearing his name, or a country suffering his presidency.”

“I haven’t had a single interaction with a neighbor or an employee who wasn’t interested in having the name removed. It used to be that we were embarrassed because he was tacky. Now he’s shown himself to be despicable on every level.”

As for the condos, perhaps the property values will come back up once the signage is gone.  Between 2013 and Trump’s election in 2016, the average value per square foot of Trump-branded properties dropped from $3,000 to $2,000.

I’m left scratching my head, though … he keeps telling us that ‘everybody’ loves him and thinks he’s wonderful, right?  Then … either I’m confused about the meaning of the word ‘everybody’, or the words ‘love’ and ‘wonderful’.  Ahhhhh … that’s right … I forgot about that alternative vocabulary and ‘newspeak’.

Alright, I’ve had my fun and I promise to be back later today with something more substantial and relevant to what is going on in the nation and/or the rest of the world today.  Yes, Joe … there really is a ‘rest of the world’.

Jolly Monday — Autumn Leaves

falling leafGood Monday morning, my friends!  Come in … come in out of the cold!  Can you believe this?  A week ago, the temps were in the 90s and this past weekend the highs were in the 50s.  No fall again this year, straight from summer to winter!  So, tell me, did you have a great weekend?  Are you rested and ready to face the week ahead with gusto?  Nah, me neither.  But, I have found some fun things for us to start the week … I think you’ll find something to smile about here this morning!  So grab a snack and a cuppa whatever you prefer and come have a seat by the imaginary fire 🔥. 

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Prank Caller?

Dr. Claire Simeone, director of the Ke Kai Ola Marine Mammal Center, a monk seal hospital in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii, began receiving disturbing mysterious phone calls when she was away from the hospital on October 3rd.  She received 9 calls within a 15-minute period, all from a phone located in the hospital.  Concerned, she immediately returned to the hospital.  When she arrived, she found many confused employees, for several had gotten calls similar to Dr. Simeone’s.

Simeone said she contacted Hawaiian Telecom, which confirmed there had been “a bazillion calls” originating from the hospital but could not explain them or tell her from which line they originated.  Simeone put on her detective hat 🕵🏼 and went in search of the prank caller.  And she finally found him …gecko on phoneThat’s right … a gecko had somehow gotten into the facility and, using his tiny little paws, made hundreds of calls to people on the hospital’s contact list.  I do not know the gecko’s name, but I really, really like geckos and so I shall name him Ralph.  Ralph was safely relocated to an outdoor plant where he will no longer be able to call his friends … guess the party’s off, fellas!gecko-1

Who’s Da Fattest Bear?

Katmai National Park & Preserve in Alaska was asking Facebook fans to use their likes to vote on which of their bears, which have been putting on weight to prepare for their upcoming hibernation, is the fattest, in a contest that ended last Tuesday.fat bear weekFacebook users were asked to choose between “Round-Rumped 32 Chunk” and “The Jelly-Bellied Jumbo Jet, 747 (Bear 747 for short)”. The winner of the showdown would then go on to the finals and face down a bear known as “409 Beadnose”fat bear week-2Turns out that Bear747 was the one who went to the finals …Bear 747.jpgBut 409 Beadnose was able to hold on to his title … albeit bearly … 🤣 🤣 🤣

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Dr. Seuss Runs Late …

It was 1998 when Vera Walker of Orlando, Florida, ordered a set of Dr. Seuss books for her four-year-old granddaughter.  The books finally arrived just last month … Vera’s granddaughter is now 24 with a 4-year-old son, Cameron, of her own!  The postal service claims the package was found in an old, abandoned mailbox.  The nice thing about Dr. Seuss books is they never go out of style and Cameron will get every bit as much pleasure as his mom from them.Dr Seuss books-2.png

Rewind twenty years to an ad for books in the mail.

And a grandmother, with a smile, and an eye for a sale.

“I ordered some Dr. Seuss books for my granddaughter, and they never came,” Vera Walker, a great-grandmother described.

A box that would not, could not get here.

Not in a car, not in a year!

Twenty times over it failed to show.

Until one day it was ready to go!

“And when I opened it up and saw the date – it was October 1998,” said Walker.

How and why is certainly weird.

Inside an old mailbox is where it appeared.

A mystery that just goes to show, there’s truth in “Oh The Places You’ll Go.”

Timeless at twenty, the books have survived.

Bought for a girl at four, with a son now almost five.

Perhaps he’ll start with just a little bit.

Little words like “if” and “it.”

So one day he’ll be able to read big words, too.

Like Constantinople and Timbuktu.

That is a story no one can beat.

And to think that it all happened on Mulberry Street.

(No, I did not write that, and I’m not sure who did, but I’m guessing David Belleville, the writer of the article.)

The Greatest Skater – Benny!!!

Meet Benny, a 5-year-old yellow field lab who was rescued from a shelter in Utah where he was on the schedule to be euthanized.  A Las Vegas rescue group saved him, and days later, a woman named Cheryl DelSangro adopted him.  Now, Benny leads a full life, thanks to Cheryl, and he has a new talent … just watch (Gronda, get your tissues!)

Thnif.  Didn’t that just make you want to get out there on the ice and give Benny a big ol’ hug?

falling leafAnd that’s all I’ve got for today, my dear friends!  Please remember to share those gorgeous smiles with others who didn’t get to see Benny!  I’ll leave a few extras by the door for you to share.  Keep safe and have a wonderful week!!!  Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa!jolly



I can sooooooo relate!!! 😼 😺 😾 😿 🙀 😹

Saturday Surprise — Beards, Beards, Beards!!!

Hey folks!  Here it is, the weekend once again.  I have something fun in store for us today!  We are going to the Great American Beard and Moustache Championship that took place on September 29th in Richmond, Virginia.  Yes, yes, I know that was two weeks ago, but that’s the cool thing about the Filomobile … we can go backward, forward, or whichever ‘-ward’ you wish!  Personally, I like beards on guys and there was a time I wished I had been a guy for that sole purpose – so I could grow a beard.  But some of these beards … well, I have trouble imagining cuddling with some of them. The event is sponsored by the RVA Beard League, of which I’ve never heard, and all proceeds are donated to the Humane Society of the U.S.  Hop aboard and let’s go take a look …











Aarne Bielefeldt

Aarne Bielefeldt took 1st Place in the Freestyle Category.  Last October, Mr. Bielefeldt’s home burned to the ground in the Redwood Complex wildfire that swept through Northern California.  Gone was the barn, the workshop, the garage, the biodiesel generator, the old trucks, the vegetable garden. Gone were the little cabins he’d built himself the old-fashioned way — with hand tools and 27 years of sweat equity.Aarne burnt homeWorse yet: He had no insurance.  He was devastated … but before he knew it, along came his bearded buddies to help, and this humorous piece turns now into part ‘good people doing good things’!

The RVA Beard League in Virginia set up a PayPal donation site. Wisconsin’s Brew City Beard Alliance held a beard contest in Bielefeldt’s honor and gave him the proceeds. In England, the Wessex Beardsmen sold T-shirts with a drawing of Bielefeldt’s face on them. Bartender Mark Beneda, of the Omaha Facial Hair Society, donated a night’s worth of tips.  Billy Braker, of Michigan’s Bearded Sinners club, organized a raffle and sent catnip for Bielefeldt’s cats (I just loved this one!).  Most of Bielefeldt’s tools perished in the fire. So tools the beardsmen sent.  Bryan Nelson, president of the Austin Facial Hair Club, set up a GoFundMe page.

For months, guys from various beard clubs across the country have been driving up to help Bielefeldt rebuild. They fix broken waterlines, repair solar panels, clear debris. They assist Bielefeldt with the gnarliest of the backbreaking tasks.

“Every two weeks, I have two beards show up here with a camper or a trailer. They don’t ask for anything. They drive a distance. They say: ‘We don’t need a guest room. We have our own bathroom.’ They spend some days here and help me.  They helped me with shoveling here, shoveling there. They have taken down endless burned trees.”

Awesome camaraderie and a great bunch of people, even if their beards are rather strange.  Just goes to show you should never judge a book by its cover or a man by his beard.  I must say, though, that I don’t think I would risk cuddling with some of those beards … a few looked positively lethal!

Well, folks, I hope you enjoyed our trip the the Great American Beard and Moustache Championship and seeing the fun facial fur!  And now, get out there and enjoy the weekend!  Weekend




Shhhhhh … Don’t Tell, But It’s Jolly Monday!


Hmpgpf … OH … Hi!  Heh heh … forgive me if I look a bit disheveled … I’m so sleepy this morning!  But … don’t worry … I’ve got it all together …

It is Monday, right?  Come in, come in … don’t be shy … grab a seat … oh … let me just get those dirty socks out of your way …dirty socks-3


Okay, so maybe I don’t quite have it all together, but I’m trying … gimme just a minute here …


Alright … I think I can do this now.  So, how was your weekend?  Ready to tackle an all new week with a smile and a positive attitude?  But of course you are … wait … why all the long faces this morning?  Yeah, I know, me too, but we have to rise above the detritus and make our own happiness, right?  Tell you what … let’s see if we can find something to laugh about this morning, shall we?  Grab some coffee and a donut … sorry I don’t have anything more to offer this morning … and lets go find humour!


The Gold Standard in Chicken?Popeyes Do you guys have a Popeye’s chicken place where you live?  We have one just down the street and we pick it up every now and then.  I like it … just the right amount of kick in their Cajun spiced chicken.  But I’m not sad to have missed their one-day promo last Thursday.  It was in honour of their 3,000th store that opened in Elizabeth, New Jersey.  The ‘treat’ was called 24 Karat Champagne Wings and features wings dipped in champagne and then tossed in ‘edible’ 24-carat gold flakes.

Popeyes gold chickenNow … I thought, in all my ignorance, that gold would be toxic to the human body if ingested, so of course I had to go in search of how gold can be made ‘edible’.  Turns out that pure gold isn’t toxic and will pass harmlessly through the human digestive system in its natural state.  It only becomes toxic when copper or other metals are added to it to make gold leaf, etc.  Still …

The wings were six for a mere $10 … or $1.67 per wing … oh, and you get a warm biscuit to go with them.  Um … no thanks.  If the promo was a hit, and I have no idea if it was or not, Popeye’s is considering offering them at some locations as a regular menu item.  Blech.

You Couldn’t Even Drink It!!!

I have come to the conclusion that some people have a whole lot more money than sense.  I am not a whiskey drinker … I like an occasional glass of wine, or a cold Sam Adams on a hot summer day, but whiskey I don’t care for.  But, even if I were a lover of whiskey, and even if I had lots of money to burn, I would not pay $1.1 million for a lousy bottle of booze!

Yep, you heard right.  An unnamed private collector placed the winning bid via telephone when a bottle of Macallan whiskey was auctioned in Edinburgh, Scotland last week.  The whiskey was distilled in 1926 and bottled in 1986 … now what the Sam Heck was it doing for those 60 years that included the Great Depression (when people really could have used a drink) and World War II, to name a couple?  Any of my savvy friends have a clue what all this means?  And … if it’s over 90-years-old … I for sure don’t want to put it in my mouth!  Hey … I’ve got some leftover something unrecognizeable in my fridge … I wonder if I let it hang around for 90 years if it will be worth a mil?

Anyway, I hate to tell the dude in Asia this, but I found this bottle …macallan… online for only $59.99 … and they will deliver it to your home!  I still think that’s too much to pay, but a heck of a lot more reasonable than $1.1 million.  But what’s the guy going to do with it, anyway?  You couldn’t possibly drink something you paid that bloomin’ much for, so does he put it in a safe and pull it out when he has company so that he can brag?  I’m sorry, but I would have to laugh if, as he was bringing it out for show some night, he dropped the bottle!  Yes, I am mean, but … think of how many hungry people could have eaten for a year for what one man paid for one bottle of booze.  I have no empathy there.

From The Book of WHY???

Mona Lisa rice-crackersTake a good look at the picture.  Yes, yes, I know it’s the Mona Lisa, albeit not the original.  What do you think it’s made of?  No … nope, not that either.  Rice crackers!!!  And just to add to your knowledge, in case you weren’t aware, according to Wikipedia, a rice cracker is a cracker made from rice.  Sigh.rice crackers.pngAccording to Guinness World Records …

Around 200 people gathered in Soka, a city just north of Tokyo in Japan, to create the replica of Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece using the surprising ingredient.  A total of 23,360 of the neatly-layered round objects covered 116.02 square metres to help Soka-Senbei Promotion Conference set a new record for Largest rice cracker mosaic.

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12 local producers of rice crackers provided seven different flavours and colours to create the palette for the Mona Lisa mosaic, including soy sauce (brown), sesame (black), and matcha (green).

Once the record was set the rice crackers were distributed (as part of the requirement for food-related records) to the participants as well as children of Soka.

All that work … and they ate it???

Kool Kars …

In pursuit of another story yesterday, I came across something so cool that I just had to share these pictures with you.  The biennial Paris Motor Show in Paris, France, which first started in 1898, is taking place from October 4th thru the 14th.  Here are a few of the entries …

Bugatti ChironBelieve it or not, folks, this Bugatti Chiron is made from … Lego blocks!!!  Yep … one million pieces and no glue!  Take a quick look at this video and see this car actually run!

Smart Forease

I just thought this one was cute … has a personality, y’know?  It’s called the Smart Forease … no idea why.

1st Renault

The very first Renault, dating back to 1898!

And, of course, there were the usual collection of BMWs, Porsches and Mercedes, but I liked these more interesting ones better … the others … meh … status symbols.

That about wraps up Monday morning for me … I do hope I was able to help you find a smile … at least a grin, to start the week.  And please, please share those smiles, try to make somebody else’s day just a little bit happier if you can.  Keep safe and have a great week, my friends!  Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa!toon-Maxine

Who Knew?

I am, as one journalist wrote, Kavanaughed-out.  I am working on a couple of other projects, one about yesterday’s Nobel Peace Prize awards and another about the Chicago police officer who was found guilty of murder, but neither are close to completion.  And so … this post is rather a second ‘Saturday Surprise’ with a couple of stories that made me smile, and I hope will make you smile also.

Drunken birds …

The town of Gilbert Minnesota had a population at the last census in 2010 of just 1,799 people.  In 2016, only 1,790 were counted.  All of which has no relevance whatsoever to today’s story, but I found it interesting that they lost 9 people in just 6 years.  Anyway … Gilbert is having a bit of a problem at present with … birds!

Drunken birds, to be more specific.  It seems that an early frost (frost???  It’s 86° here today!!!) caused the berries on trees to ferment earlier than usual.  Wait … I didn’t know berries fermented at all, did you?  Hmmmm … gives me an idea. Anyway, back to the birds … it seems that with their very small bodies, they aren’t able to handle their alcohol and … well, they’ve been getting drunk.  Now, it’s hard enough to walk when one has had a bit too much fermented stuff but imagine trying to fly!

Gilbert’s Police Chief Ty Techar has a sense of humour …drunken birds.pngOne resident commented on Facebook, “This explains why I have hit 7 birds with my car this week.” I’m biting my tongue on that one.

The town may want to consider rounding up the birds and sending them to Portland, Oregon, where the Audubon Society operates what’s essentially a drunk tank for birds.  According to Bob Sallinger, the conservation director for the Audubon Society of Portland …

“We get in birds into our Wildlife Care Center in the fall that are drunk on fermenting berries. Sometimes they are picked up after crashing into windows. Others are just found disoriented on the ground. We will hold them in captivity until they sober up and then set them free.”

The same thing happens in Canada’s Yukon Territory, where animal welfare officials will gently place intoxicated birds in small hamster cages until they’re ready to fly again a few hours later.  And in 2011, police were called to investigate the suspicious deaths of 12 blackbirds at an elementary school in Britain, but a necropsy revealed the birds had not been the victims of foul play, but had just eaten too many fermented rowan berries.

Who knew?

Counting squirrels …

If you happened to be in Central Park (New York City for any who may not know) today, you might have noticed lots of people carrying clipboards, searching for … squirrels!  What, you ask, are they doing?  Well duh … it’s time for the annual squirrel census, of course!  Well, alright … so maybe it isn’t an annual event, as this is the first one. squirrel census.jpgNow the big question that is burning a hole in everyone’s mind is … WHY???

Because a writer by the name of Jamie Allen (3rd from the left in the above photo) is fascinated and wants to learn more about the Eastern grey squirrel, aka Sciurus carolinensis.  And frankly, after reading the article in the New York Times, so do I!

For example, did you know that squirrels “lie,” fake-burying nuts when other squirrels are watching?  Or that they appear to sort nuts by size, type and possibly nutritional value? squirrel.jpgLest you think of this as a frivolous venture, Colin Jerolmack, the chairman of New York University’s department of environmental studies, is requiring the graduate students in his “Animals, Culture and Society” class to participate.

“Observing animal behavior at close range may affect the way people think about the environment around them.”

squirrel sighter badgeThe sighters are not merely counting squirrels. Their tally sheets ask them to chart their subjects’ activities (running, chasing, jumping, eating, foraging); coat color (gray, black, cinnamon, white); and vocalizations, known to squirrel scientists as kuks (the familiar clicking), quaas (which Mr. Allen described as “a sort of ‘eey-yah,’ what-are-you-doing-here predator warning”) and moans.

This isn’t the first time counting the squirrels in Central Park has been considered or tried, although never in such a systematic way. In 1958, a mammalogist at the American Museum of Natural History, Richard Van Gelder, threatened to do a census in which he would squirt the park’s squirrels with dye to track them, but did not follow through. In 1974, a New Yorker writer named Eugene Kinkead conducted an informal one-man survey. He estimated the squirrel population at over 400.

The official results of the census will be published next spring … I’m on pins & needles, aren’t you? And hey … those of you who may live close enough … they are still accepting volunteers, and the project is expected to last for another two weeks, if you’re interested!

Who knew?

And that, folks, is the end of that.  I hope you are having a wonderful weekend and enjoyed this bit of little-known and fairly useless trivia!

Saturday Surprise — Weighing In

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Let me try that again …

Welcome to the WEEKEND!  I seem to be a bit dysfunctional this morning … a bit backward.  But anyway, finally we have survived the muck of the past week and can now take a few deep breaths and try to find some fun in our lives, yes?  You guys have big plans?  No?  Me either … going to try to get some spring cleaning done on Saturday while daughter Chris has a band commitment out of town.  I’m in the mood to minimize, so I may need to call for a Goodwill truck to come pick up what I pitch!

A few nights ago, I came across a series of fun pictures titled How to Weigh Baby Animals, and I saved it for today, because a) you know how I adore critters, and b) it is the perfect way to put a smile on your faces to begin the weekend!

There are a couple of ways to weight a baby cheetah …


It takes a special kind of person to weigh a baby giraffe … one that doesn’t mind getting on the scale himself!giraffe

This little guy doesn’t need any help …


Here’s how the baby jaguar and koala get weighed …


The koala is heavier than he looks!  And how about weighing a baby lemur … isn’t he too adorable?


And how about weighing a baby meerkat and orangutan?


That orangutan looks about like I feel this morning!  Are you smiling yet?  You know I just had to include a baby panda, didn’t you?


He’s just a-chillin’ … not worried ’bout nuthin.  This baby penguin looks a mite confused, but I am glad I’m not the one to have to lift that baby porcupine in and out …


This red panda doesn’t seem to mind too much …

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And the river otter seems to think the whole thing is pretty funny …

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The man weighing this baby zebra looks like under the smile he is in some pain … I think I may see why …


And last, but not least … how does one weigh a baby aardvark???  Watch …

I really, really hope I’ve helped bring a smile to your face this morning.  Now go out there and have a wonderful weekend, okay?weekend

Jolly 1st of October Monday!!!

Good morning, folks!  Stopped by for a bit of humour to start your week out, did you?  Or did you smell the fresh-baked goodies?  Either way, come on in and make yourselves at home!  I got up extra early today so I could do a bit of extra baking before you got here, and I even squoze the juice myself!  Did you all have a wonderful weekend?  Mine?  Meh.  Daughter Chris had a band performance Saturday morning in Indiana, then afterward went to a Reds ballgame and out to dinner with friends.  Miss Goose took the neighbor boys, Ibraheem and Yousif, to a fall festival, so I had the house to myself for several hours and thought I could get a few posts written, get ahead of the game.  But no … instead I read some other people’s posts, tinkered about on Facebook for a while, read a bit, did some laundry and washed some dishes.  And so, I’m still behind as always.  Not having slept well the past two nights left me tired, so I was grumpy and out of sorts yesterday.  But now, it’s a new week and the first day of October … where has this year gone???

I found some things to bring us all a chuckle to start the week, so grab a cup of something and a plate with some treats, and let’s dig out those smiles, eh?


Candy Canes Galore!

I wasn’t kidding when I asked where the year has gone … it seems like only  yesterday I was putting away Christmas decorations … oh wait, that was yesterday … and now there’s less than three months until that costly joyous holiday rolls around again.  Sigh.  I have one Christmas present purchased and it is residing on my night table, for if I put it away, I will forget where I put it!  Anyway … back to the point.  Novelty company Archie McPhee out of Seattle, Washington, has already begun preparing for Christmas with some new candy cane flavours for this holiday season.  How about these …Mac-_-Cheese-candy-canes_2000x.pngYep, you got it … macaroni & cheese flavoured candy canes!  They also have ‘pickle-flavoured candy’ and … look, I’ve found the perfect stocking-stuffer for Chris!squirrel_in_underpants_air_freshener_2000xHeh heh heh … I think I’m getting into the spirit of this thing now!  Among the other flavours of candy canes on their website are:  Clam, Bacon, Pickle, Rotisserie chicken, and coal.  Be sure and check it out … they have some really fun stuff!


A Lego Wheelchair?

The Maryland Zoo said an employee found the eastern box turtle while walking in Druid Hill Park in July and brought the reptile to the zoo to receive treatment for multiple fractures to the bottom part of its shell.  Now, the bottom part of the shell is the part that drags the ground as the turtle walks … or, rather, crawls.

“Because of the unique placement of the fractures, we faced a difficult challenge with maintaining the turtle’s mobility while allowing him to heal properly,” said Dr. Ellen Bronson, senior director of animal health, conservation and research at the Maryland Zoo.

One of the externs at the zoo, Garrett Fraess, had a friend who was a Lego enthusiast, so together they came up with the perfect solution … a Lego Wheelchair!!!  According to Fraess …

“He never even hesitated. He took off and has been doing great. Turtles are really good at healing as long as the shell remains stable.”

Watch the little ‘tuga go …

Eating … Puppies???

Take a look at this little guy …puppy-ice-cream-1Isn’t he just adorable?  Wouldn’t you just love to eat him?  Well, grab your spoon, ‘cause this little guy is made of … ice cream!  That’s right, folks … J. C. Co Art Kitchen in Kaoshiung, Taiwan, serves up ice cream, or more aptly, gelato, in the shape of labrador, pug and shar pei puppies.  The gelato is available in chocolate, peanut and milk tea flavors, and it takes them around five hours to make 100 servings!

Some customers have said that the puppies are so realistic that they couldn’t bear to eat them!  Each puppy ice cream costs between $110 and $188 Taiwanese dollars, which equates to $3.50 and $6 in the U.S.  (Talk about inflation!!!)

What to do with those empty chip bags?

Nothing I love better than a good protest … well, maybe chocolate … I might opt for a small square of chocolate over a protest.  Anyway … what better sort of protest than an environmental protest, yes?  Apparently, Britain’s Royal Mail isn’t all that thrilled with the latest protest on that side of the pond.  People seem to be sending empty potato chip … er, potato crisp bags (over there, what we call ‘french fries’ are chips, and what we call ‘chips’ are ‘crisps’ across the pond.) and they are causing headaches for the royal mail crew.chips-mailThe protest, started by activist group 38 Degrees, is to protest Walker brand’s packaging, which takes 75-80 years to decompose.  Seems a worthy cause to protest, doesn’t it now?  The company announced during the summer that it was aiming to make the packaging recyclable by 2025, but protesters say the goal isn’t fast enough.  And so, they are mailing their empty crisp bags back to Walkers … as is, not placed in an envelope with postage affixed.chips-mail-instructionsThe problem is, when items are placed in post boxes without an envelope, they cannot be processed by machines, and therefore have to be sorted by hand, per the BBC. This means that the packets could cause delays to normal postal processing.

“We strongly encourage customers not to post anything into the postal system which is not properly packaged. And if they are taking part in this campaign we would urge them to put crisp packets in an envelope before posting.”


And that, folks, is all the chuckles you get for today!  Now take thee off and go be useful, for I have laundry to do, dishes to break wash, and a nap walk to take.  Please, folks, share those smiles you are wearing right now, and have a kind word for someone who looks a bit down today.  Have a wonderful week and keep safe out there!  Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa!

By the way folks … did you know that Maxine has her own Facebook page?  Check it out!



It’s Friday …

I am sickened and disgusted by the entire Kavanaugh fiasco.  When I am able to stop spouting expletives and threatening to throw people off that bridge I’ve been trying to sell, I will have plenty to say about the whole bloody mess.  But, since today is Friday and the sun is shining (at least where I am it is), then I am keeping it clean and simple.

I came across a short video clip yesterday of a judge in Providence, Rhode Island, administering justice.  His name is Judge Frank Caprio, and while I never heard of him before yesterday, I adore this judge!  There is a website with a series of his videos, and they are well worth watching, but for today I wanted to share this one in particular, for it is so funny, and yet at the same time uplifting.

According to Caprio’s website, Caught in Providence

judge caprio-2Judge Frank Caprio is the Chief Municipal Judge in Providence, Rhode Island and former Chairman of the Rhode Island Board of Governors. He was appointed in 1985, and has been re-appointed six times by the mayor of Providence and the Providence City Council.

All of the cases and people are real. Those who step in front of him have a little fun with the cameras, but Judge Caprio makes it clear that he is there to do his job.

And that’s all I’ve got to say for today … well, actually I have plenty more to say, but I shall keep it to myself until tomorrow.  Have a great weekend, my dear friends!

Jolly Autumn Monday!!!

yawnGood morning, friends, and welcome!  Take your coats off … oh … you say you’re not wearing coats?  That’s good … that’s good … it’s 64°, so no need for shoes … er, um … coats.  Sorry if I’m a bit addled this morning … sleepy  💤💤💤

jollyWell, it’s officially spring fall now, and for the first time I can remember, the weather turned fall-like on the exact date fall began, Saturday.  Of course, it rained all day, but what the heck … into each life a little rain must fall, right?  Did you all have a wonderful autumnal weekend?  And now, here we are back ‘round to Monday again.  It’s gonna be a roller-coaster week, so let’s try to start out with a smile, or maybe even a chuckle, shall we?

I let Jolly help with the treats today, so grab a plate and a cup of coffee or tea …

For the love of sushi …

You know those ‘all-you-can-eat’ places, usually buffet restaurants?  I used to date a guy who said it was a waste to take me to one, for I can eat only limited amounts at a time, and he claimed he never got his money’s worth if he took me to an all-you-can-eatery. But German triathlete Jaroslav Bobrowski knows how to get his money’s worth. bobrowski.jpgA week or so ago, Mr. Bobrowski went to eat at Running Sushi, a restaurant in Landshut, Bavaria.  Now, I don’t eat sushi, but this must have been some awesome sushi, for Mr. Bobrowski ate … and ate … and then he ate some more.  In just a few minutes, it is said, Jarolslav Bobrowski had put away 100 plates of sushi!  Now, according to what I have read, the average sushi plate has only 3 pieces of sushi, and the owner of the Running Sushi says that the average patron consumes 20 plates … well, they don’t consume the actual plate, but rather the sushi that is on the plate.  Even with only 3 pieces per plate, 20 plates sounds like an awful lot to me, but what do I know?  Most people eat more than I, but still … 60 pieces for the average diner and 300 pieces for Mr. Bobrowski?  Blech. 🤢

Since during all that munching, he drank only one glass of ice tea, the restaurant lost a good bit on his visit, and thus he is now banned from the Running Sushi, according to owner Tan Le.

“I want to win customers and not offend any guests. But … we only earn money on the drinks and he only consumed one tea the whole evening.”sushi.jpgThe meal cost Bobrowski €15.90, or $18.70 USD.  He has since found another sushi restaurant nearby, China City.  Perhaps somebody should warn them?

From the journals of … WHY?

Here’s one I’ve never seen before … a horse-drawn SUV (sport utility vehicle).  It happened last week in the Ballyfermot area of Dublin, Ireland, when people were stunned to see this …

The quality of the video is poor, but you’ll still get a kick out of it.  Again, though, I must ask:  Why?

Drat!  I missed the chance …

A month or so ago, a dear friend insisted that I buy a new pair of shoes.  For the record, I own precisely two pair:  one pair of hiking boots, and one pair of tennis shoes.  It is all I need.  I prefer barefoot anyway.  But when I let slip that my tennis shoes were holey and held together with duct tape, this friend nagged until I bought a new pair.  Okay, I’m glad I did, for my feet seem to stay dryer on days that I go puddle-jumping.  But I should never have thrown the old ones away!!!  Just look what Nordstrom is selling …duct-tape-sneakers.pngYes, folks, this is what they are selling on their website  and get this … the price … $530!!!  Yes, you heard me right.  If I still had my old ones, I could make enough to pay for the new ones and feed my family for a whole month!!!  Obviously, since it says “sold out”, people bought these shoes.  For $530!!!  One can only conclude that there must be a heck of a lot of people out there with more money than brains!

The company came into a bit of criticism, but managed to answer it with a b.s. answer …nordstrom.pngI’m not sure whether to laugh, growl or cry!

Look what the cat dragged in …

Given the neighborhood I live in, I could very well see this happening, but fortunately after an accident years ago involving our cat Tofu and a car and the loss of a leg, ours are all indoor cats.

It happened in Bristol, England, last Monday when a family’s cat came home carrying a bag.  On further inspection, it was found that the bag contained several smaller wrapped parcels of drugs!bag-of-drugsPolice were called and came to take the drugs away, commending the cat for a job well done.  “Forget police dogs, we should start training up cats,” one officer joked.

Okay, folks, Jolly and I are tired, so it’s time for us all to get up and do whatever it is we do on Mondays.  I hope you enjoyed this humorous start to the week, for I think it’s destined to be another whirlwind news week and we needed to at least start out on the right foot.  Remember to share those lovely smiles you’re wearing, for we all feel better if somebody smiles at us.  Unless we’re doing something we shouldn’t be, then we feel guilty.  Keep safe and have a great week!  Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa & Jolly!


The Conversation …

The following conversation actually took place … at least in my mind, and quite possibly in the Oval Office:

It was Thursday evening, and Speaker of the House Paul Ryan, and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell had been summoned, just before 5:00 as they were preparing to go home after a long day of pandering, boot-licking and patootie-kissing, to the White House for an impromptu meeting with Donald Trump.  They were to be there at 6:30, so they called their wives and told them not to hold supper, that they would be late.  They had a brief pow-wow, each trying to see if the other knew the reason for the summons, but they were both in the dark.  Neither of them could find the bloomin’ light switch in the conference room!ryan-mcconnelRyan and McConnell were escorted by the nighttime cleaning lady into the Oval Office, where Trump was just settling in with his nightly McDonald’s order:  3 Big Macs, 3 orders of fries, a jumbo milkshake, and a diet Pepsi.  Mouth full, he motioned the two to a chair, and kept on chewing, as food particles tumbled down his tie. trump-eat-burgerRyan and McConnell each reached for one of the remaining Big Macs, and got their hands smacked for their efforts.


“I called you two bozos here because I want to know how the budget bills are coming?”

“We’ve been passing bills, Mr. Trump … I know you’ve seen them,” said Ryan.

“I’ve seen the ridiculous garbage you sent up here, but there’s only one thing I haven’t seen that I need to see … the funding for my damn border wall!”

“Sir, you agreed to postpone the fight over the border wall until after the mid-term elections in November, remember?  We all agreed that a fight over the border wall right now could negatively impact the elections and swing some in favour of the democrats.  The border wall really is only popular among about 20% of the country, and the rest of the country hates it,” argued Mitch in a calm, yet obviously stressed voice.

BAM!!!  💢

Two fists came down hard on the 139-year-old Resolute desk.

“I said, ‘We’ll see’, when you to mentioned a postponement a few weeks ago.  I never agreed to it! I want my wall and I want it now!!!”  He slammed his little pudgie fists on the desk again for emphasis. “How have you managed to keep your job this long, Mitch?  Why do the people of the great state of … where is it you’re from again?  Missouri?”

ryan-mcconnell“Kentucky, sir.”

“Oh … that explains it, then.”

Ryan, sweating around his collar by now, tried again …

“Mr. Trump, the impor…”

“The important thing is MY WALL!  Who do you think pays your salary???  I’ll tell you who pays you and who can fire you tomorrow … maybe even tonight!”

Straightening his shoulders just a bit, thankful that he was leaving at the end of this term, Paul Ryan ventured bravely forth with …

“Actually, sir, the taxpayers pay my salary and no, sir, you cannot fire me.”

baby-trump-temper“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!  I am the president and I can do whatever I damn well please.  I have built the greatest economy and put the most judges on the bench of any other president in history.  The economy is doing great, just ask anyone!  The people all love me … everybody says so!  And what I want is A WALL!  I promised the people a wall and I’m gonna build them a big beautiful wall!”

“Sir … to be clear, the people thought Mexico was going to pay for the wall because you told them so.”

“SEE!  They love me, they trust me, they believe me!”

“But, Mr. Trump … Mexico isn’t going to pay for the wall.  You are spending money you don’t have, and the people will end up paying for it.”

Trump rolled his eyes, crossed his stubby, fat arms across his expansive chest as he is wont to do, and sighed a sigh of exasperation.

“It. Doesn’t. Matter.  Don’t you get it?  Are you seriously that stupid?  It doesn’t matter who pays, as long as I … er, the people … get the wall to keep all the murderers and rapists from coming in from shithole countries!”

Paul Ryan stands.  Removes his tie.  Turns and exits the Oval Office.

Trump, now on his third Big Mac, slurping the last of the milk shake, splutters and spits a bit of milk-laced burger on McConnel’s glasses.  But Mitch doesn’t notice, for all of a sudden it is dark in the Oval Office.  Paul Ryan had turned the lights off on his way out.  Turns out, Kellyanne is the only one who knows the location of the light switch.

To be continued …light history