Le Mans

Did I tell you about the older guy in a BMW sports car I saw a couple of weeks ago. His "vanity" tag read 205 MPH. He hauled ass by us, into our lane. Got to the red light, 002 seconds before we did. Sat there for the light. When it changed, he made a screeching 90 degree right turn, and was probably doing 203 mph about a half block into the turn. I can only think that he did it to dust my van, and prove a point. $20,000 vans are pissant slow pokers compared to $60,000 German sports cars. Damn, I never thought of that. I need to find another 40 grand, and trade my van bitch in.

When I see this sort of behavior, it is usually a 16-20 yr old mush brain with erection problems...too MANY erections. Bad enough, but just the way it is...they're getting their stupids out of their system. One can only hope they don't kill someone in the process. However, when I see a middle-aged asshole behaving the same way, I employ my imaginary mojo powers to the problem and envision an invisible 4' diameter powerpole...the type that DOESN'T collaspe. And I envision massive amounts of brain matter and blood all over the street...his.

My immediate conclusion is that he also has an erection problem...the opposite one of the teenager. One clue was, there was no obligatory hot babe in the passenger seat. Maybe he was on the way to pick her up...off the street.

Before you attack me with, "he worked hard to attain this level of toyness, and you are just a sour grapes jealous, dickwad", let me interject another thought...WHO THE FUCK NEEDS A $60,000 CAR...SPORTS OR OTHERWISE? We have people in this country losing their homes---probably because of assholes who drive Beemer Sports Cars---we have people living in cardboard boxes...we have people losing their retirement funds, because of bad investments their Beemer advisors pushed on them...we have some damned serious problems which are probably going to get worse...and this penis obsessed shithead is driving around, flaunting his money making, or possibly, money stealing, abilities...breaking the speed laws to boot! Arrogant motherf***er.

Admittedly, I started this post in a lighthearted manner, and as I relived the incident, got madder and madder.

Unreasonable...maybe.

It WAS a good looking piece of machinery though (DO NOT MENTION MY EXTENSION THINGY).

Cinco

It's Cinco de Mayo in ol Mehico. I'm little late in the day acknowledging the fact, and really don't have much to say on the subject. Except...my brother, aka The Bull, lives in Southern Cal and of course, there is mucho Cinco celebrating there. He was kind enough to email me a photo of himself and a couple of new Mexican friends, enjoying the festivities.

He called me a few minutes ago to tell me about the new gas grill he bought in honor of the fifth---yes, he's a grill whore---and the ribs he's planning to have tonight. Something about, "mighty fine swine", sauteed in cactus fermentation. He had a hellofa time plucking all the feathers, however. I may be wrong, but I DO know my brother, and I'm thinking the fermentation is taking place in his cabeza.

Please note that for purposes of anonymity to protect my family, I have altered his appearance...those are not his real ears. I have no doubt that those ARE his El Toros, though.

A belated fifth to you all!

Bella Bella

I created this blog almost five years ago. For 4-1/2 of those years, I was on Journal Space, and the last 6 months here at Blogger. My original intent was to post mine and other people's artwork on occasion. Instead the blog evolved pretty quickly to my interpretation of events that occurred in my life on a daily basis, and things that interested me, pissed me off, or made me laugh. The blog became a potpourri of my thoughts, opinions and a lot of BS. It really has no direction, or theme...an unintended stream of consciousness, via the keyboard. I am sure I have pissed off some people with my occasional smartassness...and certainly I wish that weren't the case, but I fear it is.

Lately I have been feeling over-blogerated...a bit limp with the whole genre. For sure I have spent far too many hours here than is warranted. I truly DO have another life, which blogging sometimes takes away from. I spend a lot of time, as I am sure many of us do, reading and commenting on other blogs. Don't believe it? Take a look at that massive list over there on the right.

I have met some really dynamic and intelligent people here...some who share my political leanings, and some who are just damned funny...or both. And I have discovered some bloggers who don't fit into those categories, but give me insights that I would not get otherwise. However, in a sense, none of my blogger friends are real. I can't have a real conversation with them...only bits and pieces. Nor can I see the nuances in their reactions to my thoughts, and the opposite is true. In a way, blogging and it's limited interaction is pretty cold.

Some of my favorites have quit, or have cut way back on their posts---there must be something in the air. In addition, I find myself thinking of things I can post...feeling pressured to do so. I've noticed for example, in my blog statistics of the last two weeks (during which I've not been posting), a dramatic drop in visitors. OK, ya don't post, ya ain't gonna get readers. But should I really be that concerned about NOT posting? Truly, it's asinine. Not to mention, somewhat self-important. Really, why should I even be checking statistics? It also has not escaped me that I get very irritated with bloggers who talk a lot about blogging, and how many comments they are getting, ad naseum. And here I am TALKING ABOUT BLOGGING. Jeez.

Given all of this, I am seriously thinking about quiting blogging.
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Well, the foregoing was something I typed out, mostly for myself, as a kind of final post...maybe. Truth is, it simple doesn't matter whether I am blogging or not...to the cosmos, that is.

And then this morning, I checked my email and there was a comment on my last post, the tulip thing. The comment was left by Trish who has a blog, cleverly entitled, Menopausal Stoners.

Now that title alone makes me howl out loud. It tells me this is an original person and I know I'm going to like what she has to say. And I do. I also need to tell you, liking her blog is NOT because of the next thing I'm going to tell you. Nor does it have anything to do with the funny little cigarettes of which her blog title refers. NO, I'm not smoking...well, not since my male-menopausalness began.

It seems Trish has awarded B of Q the >Bella Award. I'm not sure of the origin of the Bella Award, but it doesn't matter. I am honored that someone would think of awarding this foolishness anything.

If one accepts the award, one is obligated to post it on one's blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link. And... "Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you've newly discovered."

This is the first award for B of Q. I had a "shout out" from Dr Zibbs of That Blue Yak once, but this is the first award. So, if you think I'm going to turn it down...you are not familiar with my fragile ego. And it does encourage me to keep on pestering the ether.

The problem of course is, the 15 new blogs I need to discover. Not that there are not 15 worthy blogs out there to discover. But, Holy Moly dudes and dudettes, look at that list over to the right again. I can't very well discover a new to me blog, worth of an award, and not add it to my favorites, now can I?

So, there are some blogs I've already discovered that I feel deserve an award of some sort. I am going to fudge this a bit and include some of those in my fifteen.
Here are my first six:

post-raphaelite sisterhood

The Quiet Life

Stranger in a Strange Land

Rants from a Pointless Existence

Simon's Ramblings

The Voice Inside My Eye

Have to get back to my other life...more fine blogs later.