
I was born beardless. I got better. As nocturnal as the day is long. Former manservant to the late, great @kangayayaroo @daddybird.bsky.social
San Jose, CA
Joined October 2008
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When my daughter was little, sometimes we’d pretend to be birds. She was the baby bird and I was the daddy bird. I still am.
“The Fart Joke That Brought Us Together”
This post is, perhaps, not for the faint of sensibility. But it reveals a lot about our relationship.
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Joy Was Her Middle Name
More about my lovely late wife, Karla Joy Castle.
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I thought I heard more whining down there.
The face of bravery.
Karla lived her life with courage, determination, and humor.
Another remembrance of my marvelous late wife, Karla Joy Castle.
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At the hospital for an outpatient procedure. Finding myself in several rooms that I visited before for @kangayayaroo’s care. Far too familiar with this hospital.
“The Evidence Was Always There” A new post, remembering my late wife, Karla. (@kangayayaroo) On our ol’ blog livingthetravelchannel.blog
I’ve written a few remembrances of my late wife, Karla. The first is titled “Soul Mates”. livingthetravelchannel.blog
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Dumb take, I thought the white guy from Boston did a tremendous job acting as a Greek. It didn’t take away from the film at all.
Just saw The Odyssey. Despite what you may have heard, literally all of the criticisms by conservatives were entirely correct. The movie is just as woke as you fear, if not more so. The DEI casting is atrocious. Completely takes you out of the story right from the beginning. But even worse than that is Nolan’s decision to turn Odysseus into an anachronistic whiney, solemn shell of a man plagued by “trauma” and guilt. It’s impossible to overlook these flaws because the film itself is not terribly entertaining or well constructed. For the most part it is disjointed, dull, self-serious, disenchanted, somehow feeling both verbose and overly rushed at the same time. The dialogue is some of the worst I’ve ever heard in a “critically acclaimed” film. “On the nose” and “clunky” are descriptions that can’t even begin to describe this script. At no point in the story does Nolan ever transport the audience to the ancient world. You never feel like you’re 3,000 years in the past. You feel like you’re watching modern Americans put on a pageant, because you are. Nobody would be calling this thing a masterpiece if it was made by a director not named Christopher Nolan.
"The End of the Road" by DaddyBird on the Living the Travel Chanel Blog
#update #movingforward #SanJose #California
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Pour one out for the late, great Big Eyes Bert. A long-time companion (16 and 1/2 years) and sweet, patient boy had been showing signs of age the last couple of years, and now he’s joined Oliver across the rainbow bridge. Rest in eternal peace, Bert. Good kitty.
Almost forgot to repost this repost. Please re-read below. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!





















