This Google poem is not about...

* This Poem is NOT About Sushi 

* This Poem is Not About Parakeets 

* This Poem is Not About Me 

* This poem is not about abuse 

* This poem is not about love…my last lover, my recent dates, or the one night stands in-between 

* This poem is not about Anne Hathaway, movie star extraordinaire. 

* This poem is not about sex 

* This poem is not about you 

[the search]


Porter Airlines and rockstars

I have always wanted to be a rockstar. So I was excited when I arrived on level 3 of the YOW parking garage and discovered that Porter Airlines, who I would be flying with, would be treating me like a rockstar.

Porter - We treat you like a rockstar
porter - This Lounge is permanently closed.
I hoped this rockstar treatment would start in their lounge before I boarded, but the lounge is permanently closed.

On board the flight, an hour later, they gave me a complimentary beverage and my choice of a little packet of salted almonds, potato chips, or short-bread cookies. I suppose if I was a rockstar, I'd have taken one of each. But I only took some almonds.

I can't say I left the flight feeling like a rockstar. But I did fly way up high in the air, and that was pretty cool.


Sleeping dragon


Happy Canada Day...

...may yours be filled with giant beavers swimming in vast ponds of maple syrup.

Hmmm. Meant that to read like the most Canadian thing ever, not some kind of obscure double entendre.

But there ya go.


Mitch McConnell, meanwhile...

...channels his inner spirit animal for the American Fourth of July break, to beguile and charm fellow Republican senators into supporting his greatest-hits version of the the Trump Wealthcare Bill...


Commander Covfefe: Still Lost in the Ozone...

...with yuuuuuge apologies to Commander Cody, the Lost Planet Airmen, and late, great album cover artist Chris Frayne...

Sincerely, Coyote.