Blogworthy But Bereft

out & about-- Faithful readers may have noticed a digital darkness between Feb. 24 and today. Lots of things have been catching our eye lately as meriting entry on Caywood Days. However, our camera is having identity issues (can't remember what its life's purpose is, feeling lackluster and sapped of energy, can't muster up a low light flash) which means we have no visual record of our travels and travails. Sure, other bloggers are creative enough to draw you in with nothing but words, but that ain't never been us, yo.

That said, we are buoyed by today's sunny brilliance. Okay! Yes! We ARE going to try something new. Or rather, old. Olde. Nothin' but typeface comin' at ya...

NOW DELI.V.ERING at Rascal's:
Corned Beef Silverado
(See? You really need that reader board for this to be meaningful.)

Recently, in the Pennysaver:
"Community Voice" has been DEMOTED to a tiny box! What?! Rumor has it things are about to get worse: Pennysaver is discontinuing it the feature due to "lack of participation." Excuse us, Pennysaver-- have you read your own column? Nothing gets more play that that! The Owego Volunteer Fire Department alone could fill volumes. We suspect a vast socialist big-government homosexual agenda item aimed at silencing our Voices. The Town Board of Owego is probably behind it all-- everyone knows they are drunk with power. Community Voice is a special part of my day that I look forward to and now everything SUCKS.

Yesterday, overhead:
Snow geese! Flying over! Lots of "V"s in the sky! The are gorgeous. Neighbor says: "You know, you're allowed to shoot up to 15 a day." File under Thanks for the 411.

Yesterday, underfoot:
First snow drops blooming! My heart filled with joy.

Glad you couldn't see me...
..chasing after the chickens in Freda's yard yesterday. The two smart ones (Aurora and her protegee) let me catch them. Now, normally, I don't like to disparage the intelligence of our fowlish friends. However, here I must: I am going to call them super stupid. And yet, they managed to outfox me. I'd run after them and two would fade left while the other reversed. They are very good at getting away from their human protector. Too bad they are not so good at getting away from lurking predators. Come on! Work with me, peeps!

Have you been following Constance on Facebook?
She is so sweet, mature, with-it, and together I could CRY! She's a real grown-up. Why won't they let her go to prom with her girlfriend? Answer: They are haters. I could say more, much, much more, but Constance has urged us to be respectful and I fear I have already failed. I'm incapable of getting this link to work, so you must now cut-and-paste. Like I said: Olde.
http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2010/03/16/constance-mcmillen-is-back-in-fulton-mississippi-is-super-grateful-for-your-support-and-wants-you-to-be-nice

Okay, we are tired of being your eyes for you. Laura never complained about being Mary's eyes, but I think I gotta lay down on the couch now.

Sunday

caywood station --
Phoebe enjoys a sliver of winter sunshine.

In the Dictionary Under "Badass"

death valley-- ...you'll find this picture, of course.

That's right y'all, Nhu and K-Dog made that marathon scared they are so bad!

Next up on the List of Badassedness: The Cayuga Lake Triathlon.

A Bummer of a Newsflash

the caywood newsdesk-- Bluebird, why hath thou forsaken us?

According to data from the Centers for Disease Control's Behavioral Risk Factor Surveillance System, New York ranks 51st on a state-by-state list of happiness. Does this mean our unhappiness goes to 11? Possibly. But it also means D.C. was included on the list, which they should be happy about, since the researchers evidently decided that taxation merits representation.

We're almost as unhappy to report that California ranks 46th on the list. I guess Empire and Golden-ness can't buy happiness after all. No, for that, you need a pelican.

To see where your favorite state lands, go here.

Community Voice: Battlestar Galactica

caywood--

From the Feb. 13, 2010 edition.

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"A couple of us would like to know where we can learn how to line dance. We don't mean contra dancing like at Tioga Trails, we want line dancing."

Contra dancing is for sissies.

"I wonder who the person was that made the stupid comments about the battlestar galactica figurines and star wars trading cards. You mister are not funny at all. If you can't say anything constructive, then shut up!"

I knew Luke Skywalker. You, sir, are no Luke Skywalker.

"I want to comment on the suggestion by a pennysaver reader that the numbers be placed on top. I like where the numbers are right now because every time it says continue on page 9 or 10, you just look on the corner and it's right there. It makes it easy to find. Please keep the numbers the way they are."

The Pennysaver's pagination is a special part of my day that I look forward to! Don't move my cheese!

Exhibit B

caywood crime scene-- Let the record show that Exhibit B, a bag of salt-water taffy, was found torn open on the bed of one Bella T. Beagle, resident of Caywood Station. Said bag of taffy was last seen in tact on a high kitchen counter. Ms. Beagle's advanced age, timid manner, and arthritic condition provide her an easy alibi. Though she has been placed in the vicinity of the crime by eye witnesses, she is physically and tempermentally unable to climb upon the counter herself.

The prosecution contends that Ms. Beagle's well-known and voracious appetite for comestibles of even the most questionable origin motivated her to seek an accomplice in one Ms. Phoebe M. Feline, also of Caywood Station, a semi-professional provocateur often seen preening on said counter.

Exhibit A

caywood-- And isn't it true, Ms. Feline-- may we call you Phoebe?-- that you occasionally take time out from your busy schedule of hissing and clawing to chillax with your canine acquaintances?