Patrick A. McGuire, Bloggonian
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
Category Archives: The human comedy
Bear Story
Two bears meet in the woods. They don’t know it, but they’re distant cousins. After the usual sniff-out of each other’s private wooly zones, they are satisfied that the other really is a bear and not someone dressed in a … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 10
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Regrets, I’ve had a fluke Sometimes a thought comes into your head from out of nowhere. It’s morning. You’re walking along … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 9
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Windows of Donegal The beast plopped himself down on a shady patch of grass one day last week and let out … Continue reading
How cold is it?
A friend says to me “What’s the weather like outside?” I grimace. “It’s hotter than a beanstalk.” My friend blinks once. Twice. “Did you say beanstalk?” I sigh. Another beanstalk noob, meaning I have to explain myself out loud and … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 8
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Unwritten Rules Occasionally while Katherine and I are in the living room watching TV, one of us will say “Look, there’s … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 7
Bash on regardless While following the hound up the hill in the morning before you’re fully awake, you tend to keep your head down and eyes focused on the current slab of sidewalk coming into view between your two feet. … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 6
Hmmm Katherine asks “Why is it funny to see a dog in the front seat, looking out the window?” We are in the car. No dog with us. I am driving and at the moment, Katherine is the one sitting … Continue reading
a hint of light 