Curious

It occurs to me that I talk with...converse is maybe a better word...with lots of people here on Blogger on a regular basis, and I don't know what they look like. Well, some have pictures of themselves here, but for the most part, they have symbols. And, of course, nor do I---no, I am not really a roach...physically, that is. Way back on Journal Space, I had my photo posted for a while, and then decided it was just too...something...id(me)(ish)? But, I've decided to share an image of me, once again. Don't feel that you need to reciprocate, unless you are female, and the photo is dans le nu (butt naked).

Anyway here I am:



Oops, no that's the "Beav" me, at eight. Cute little devil, wasn't I? WASN'T I??

I know, what you want is the manly, manly me of today. But I refuse to take off my clothes, so we'll have to compromise with a bust shot---don't go there, Punch. What that means to you non-artsy media types is, a head shot---AND, definitely don't go THERE, ANYBODY.

Here I am, all grown up and in my Sunday stay-home-from-church outfit. It was given to me by my mother-in-law, and maybe now you can understand why I have a contract out on her. Nevertheless, the clothes do not make the man. And I think you can see why my wife does not want me to go to church with her.



You'll have to agree that I've aged well.

Cute big devil, aren't I.

Franchness Award

By unpopular request, I have taken it upon myself to create an award to end all awards here in bloggerville.

There was an entire gaggle of bloggers who were in the running. So many, that I simply don't have space to mention them all. For those of you who may be scratching there in that nonpublic place and wondering,"what's a gaggle, and does it have anything to do with Google?"...I have an answer, in my usual informative and highly succinct, educational way. A gaggle is, a whole lot. A Google is the entire Universe...somewhat more than a whole lot, but less than the girth of say...oh...Rush Limbaugh---who has been know to take a double gaggle of pain pills on occasion. But, that's another post.

OK, so maybe there weren't that many candidates. A half gaggle, perhaps...which is more than a bunch, and certainly a smidgen, or iota, which has nothing to do with the ancient Classical Grecian Column...that would be Ionic. Speaking of Ouzo...we weren't? Tell it to the Chaplin...or, ameer (sp? so sue me, I'm not Muslim.)

Ouzo: Did I ever relate the fact that I grew up two doors down/up from a Greek Family. The daughter, who was two years younger than moi, was a nice young lady...except that she had a crush on me. The fact that I didn't respond in kind, disqualified her from a life of misery and introspection, and what-the-fuck-was-I-thinkingness. She married a stable, sane, other non-Greek person in the neighborhood. I went to their wedding. And a helluva wedding it was...not fat...just helluva. It was at this function that I was introduced to Ouzo. Ouzo from the freezer...that's where they kept it...and that's where I spent the entire reception...next to the freezer. My advice to you regards Ouzo is...if your car's valves are tapping...dump a pint of Ouzo in the gas tank and...no more tapping. Do NOT drink it!

Back to the subject at Mano (don't you love my bi-lingualness?). I struggled with a name for the award. It had to reflect the classiness of the thought behind the award, and yet not appear pretentious. After wasting an entire evening and bottle of fine Merlot, I hit upon the idea of something Frenchy...something pretentious...such as, du Jeor Award, or Sock Day Blue Award, or Merlot pour Jaded Award (pulease, French speaking peoples out there---do not, DO NOT, correct my French. You may pardon it, but don't correct it. I KNOW it is correctable. And besides---I used to live with a bitch...oops...lady, who spent many years in Franch (Merlot for France) and spoke Franch Ouzoly fluent. She used to correct my Franch constantly. What the bitch...er, lady didn't know was...I DON'T SPEAK FRANCH. Ha!

But, I digress, and duress. The award.

The first, Merlot inspired, non-Grecian, uncorrected Franchy, classy, tres coveted Award entitled, "Moi Blog Award" goes to...

Moi (translation to you non-Franch speakers: Me).

As I said, I struggled with this and the only conclusion can be, I, me, moi, am about blogging. Bloggin' in the self-serving sense. A displaced Southerner, living in the Mid-west, driving a Korean van, and a Japanese car...giving my children Chinese toys, and using a German camera for auto-biographical purposes...who else could be more AMURICAN...and self-centered? Except of course, Sarah whatsher...but she doesn't have a blog...that I would want to visit (you should take note that over there on the right in my blogs I follow...there is no Sarah...Palin...Alaskan...or, Bear blog.)

Sorry all of you followers, I considered each and every, but none of you met the ultimate test: complete self-centered adoration...Narcissusness. Moi do.

Bon jour soup de day.

Oops, forgot...here's the thingy thing award graphicness:



Feel free to steal it, copy it, eat it, award it to yourself...or just go to sleep...with the help of a glass of Merlot...DO NOT DRINK OUZO! Well, maybe just a snort.

Judgement of the Last Post

Since publishing my last post yesterday, I realize that I didn't really make clear my intent in the writing.

First, with tongue-in-cheek, it was meant as ridicule of, and pointing to, the absurdity of organized religion. Somehow, I got a little carried away with the masturbation comment, not to mention giving the piece a bad title, thereby giving that part of the article the major importance. Obviously the comments, thus far, have focused on the "M" thing...which is fine, because that subject is totally ridiculous...particularly when used as a religious example of evilness. However, it wasn't meant to be the center point of the piece.

Second, it occurs to me that it may be taken that I still believe the dogma and medieval silliness that was pounded in my head at church during my youth. No. Nein. Absolutely not. I became the Southern Baptist epitome of a lost sheep, disconnected from the flock. Little did they know that I was out there doing some flocking of my own. Their effect on me and my life, was the opposite of the intended one.

Finally, please keep in mind when visiting this feeble little chunk of bloggerdom, that I am a visual artist, not a writer...even though I pretend otherwise. Which is why I post lots of pretty pictures...such as the one above.

DID YOU SET BACK YOUR CLOCKS? NO EXCUSES FOR BEING LATE TOMORROW...SINNERS!

That's right isn't it? Spring back, Fall forward? Right?

Painting by: Jheronimus Bosch - Titled, The Last Judgement