Photo Op

I like this picture.

Ok, So What Gives?

I’m a vagabond, the idea of home is something that I carry with me so taking up residence in one locale for a while is nothing special, strange or meaningful in any way. I do leave breadcrumbs and for some demented reason watch the trail come alive with spectators and parasites alike, all seeking the elusive Golden Chalice. Don’t you know by now? There is no such thing. But then again I’ve been known to go after all sorts of things that don’t exist. Well, not so much go after but lay a few ‘attention units’ on ‘em. Sometimes I write the stupidest things and crack myself up. Not really ‘stupid’ but more like ‘hilarious’, at least from my perspective. Have I told you recently, yet again, that I know nothing? That I am not here and all this is just a dream? Some of my responses are like the canned laughter of those mesmerizing tv shows where all is laid out for you to enjoy. Really, you don’t have to do a thing but partake. Some people are just so kind and thoughtful to provide such experiences for all of…

Crazy Talk From A Crazy Lady

Yeah like the title says, it’s just plain ol’ crazy. For the sleep-induced, those who overwhelmingly rely upon the contagion of mind-induced ‘ideas’ to be spread, multiplied and fruit-full this type of stuff is just plain crazy. It’s just so far out of the comfort zone of couch-potato living that even a hint of such talk is subject to immediate alien abduction into the Hall of Ill-Repute. But wack-jobs are plentiful these days, so never mind that. This is about a peek behind the veil of ignorance and what is said here is like having the keys to your own little kingdom being given to you, thereby setting you scott-free to move on to some other adventure.

Rainy Days And Ever Mores

I was alive once and then right at that very moment when I got distracted by something just tugging on my attention nugget, plop. I step into a pothole just brimming with liquid sky. Now why on Earth would I have worn those funny looking rubber boots that day, putting them on in the morning without a second thought. Nothing like a little splashing to remind one that life is…. alive!

Beings Are Such Funny Creations

This is a message broadcast publicly but intended privately. What the hell does that mean? It means that if you are reading this then you obviously picked up something along the way. Better have that checked out - I wouldn’t want anyone to be carrying around anything even slightly contagious. As you are reading this please take note that nothing is as it seems because in prison no one can hear you scream. If that is true then why is it that I hear the screams of pain and anguish long, long into the night? I must be delirious. Perhaps it’s something they put in the water. I’m sure the air is sacrosanct so no need to fret about that one.

It's All Fun And Games Until...

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. The tendency, even though no one wants to admit it, is that watchers love watching. It’s like a drug-induced high where enough is just never enough and in the unfolding screen play there must of course, be more. The freight train ensures that something is gonna happen. A little trip-up here, a slippery-slide there and wham, the watchers come to be beset with happenstance of ‘other-worldly events’. That just quacks me up every time I run across the tried, true and by now quite familiar role playing. Even though watchers tell time by the tick of the clock, life experience knows no such limitations. If only the cameras were turned in upon themselves - such a sight would be seen! But of course sight, that so-called ‘mysterious’ subject surrounded in mystic and mystery knows no such lack nor limitation. All unfold before it’s very eyes.

revisedA Collection of Things

Here is a collection that tells you something about me. Maybe it’s just fond memories, fancy-full delights or even ‘special’ Kodak moments. Whatever. I still like these pictograms, maybe you will too.

A Friendly Reminder

“Friends…, friends…., who needs friends…” says the mad scientist from Day of the Tentacle. I loved that game when it came out, probably one of the very few that I enjoyed. It didn’t help that I spent quite a bit of time trying to get a copied version working correctly but that’s the nature of the business I suppose. Anyway, friends can be taken to mean many, many things and so I tend to be quite selective in my use of the term. I can count on one hand the number of friends that I have. I could even take away a finger or two and still have room. As a matter of fact I could do that a few times and still be ‘ok’. Does that make me a ‘loner’ without family or friends to rely on, without comfort or a listening ear to help ease life’s toils and troubles? Puh-lease!

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