Thought for the Day

We must have bought very good bacon yesterday.  When we took it out of the refrigerator this morning, we were immediately inundated with cats.  We hadn't even punctured the seal yet, and Koshka knew there was BACON to be had.  Normally the "Summon Kitty" spell requires either the actual cooking of the bacon or the opening of a tuna can.

Why Wasn't I Invited?

The Louisville Visual Art Association held a "Bacon Ball" recently.  The event was a fundraiser for the association, and had artists making pork and bacon associated art.  Of course, bacon featured prominently in the food and drink served.

For some reason, I was not invited.  I'm not sure why.  I support the nation's pork producers and smoke houses as much as the next guy.  I love bacon in all of its heavenly forms.  Maybe it's because I don't have an artistic bone in my body.  But I think for pork, I could do it:

• Sculpture - Bacon diMilo
• Portraiture - DaVinci - "Mona Carnita"
• Murals - DaVinci - "The Last Slim Jim"
• Impressionism - Renoir's "Girl with a Sausage"
• Pointillism - Seurat's "A Sunday on La Grande Boston Butt"

I'll start working on my entries for next year after I run to the butcher tomorrow.