Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 19, 2018

Take time to make time

Make time to be there…

1978 Little River Band.. Lady

Johns Hopkins points the way beyond the turning of shadows and uprising of rainbow tears

As plain and lame as it is typed under the nose on the face, or is lame typed as fame.?

Wallenstein Falls? Class IV+. I ran the Falls in an open boat when I was much younger (the put in is about 5 miles north of Vegetation Springs).

We like it. No matter what it is.

The genius of insulted Wallenstein never rests; it meditates and plots revenge, not vainly, for the " hero of the North " rides into the lists and touches the Emperor’s shield with the point of his lance, the signal for sleepy wombats.

Guess I picked the wrong week to give up German Chocolate Cake.

I have my wolf ticket punched.

https://youtu.be/WS3Lkc6Gzlk

Froglandia. Window seat, please

All the news that fits the prince.

Oh, I thought you’d never ask!

No, that’s not fair. You’re kindly inviting us every day for glimpses. But, as reasonable destinations go, Froglandia has ’em all beat.

Happy FNF, everybody!

Are we, or are we not already residing in Froglandia, where Schrödinger’s cat lives and dies every day ? OR … is Teresa promoting caravans of migrants and tourists to these marshy grounds ? ….

Take me to La Rochelle

They built a wall around Froglandia and they are sending the military to make sure no one gets in.

I nominate today’s text as the voiceover at the beginning of the weekly Frog Applause TV show, coming to CW next spring.

Froglandian women are true to their poo. Girls poo, too.

https://www.poopourri.com/blogs/girls-do-poop

Froglandia or the guillotine: those are your options, mon frere.

What’s that smell? Disorientation, betrayal, lack of back pats, declarations of possible failures, broken crowns; yup, smells like something’s burning in Froglandia. Grab your pitchfork! No one gets out un-lame.

There can be no disappointment in Froglandia. It is Verboten! We allow none but the most cheerful and patriotic to settle in our swampy lands. It is a reasonable location, never sullen though rather lame. On the whole I would not rather be in Philadelphia….