Auto racing and Other Stupid Stuff

As I recall, this was some kind of thank you card from a young child in Montana when I did some sort of long-distance presentation. Below is just a goofy picture of me when I wthree months old.

Holy crap! I'm STILL terrorizing people!

And what does all this have to do with what you'd think I should be writing about? Well, it's simple, really. I was minding my own business on a lazy Sunday morning when a bunch of auto racing came on TV. It is so non-sensical.

Who cares that a bunch of machines can exceed incredible speeds? The American public. How shallow and easily entertained they are by the advances of technology!!
Below, that's my dear sister Lisa, her husband Darren and my former Damatian Jolson, the most stupid dog I've ever owned. This pic, I think, must have been taken many moons ago.

Before she went under my deck in winter to die.




These are pix of an emu taken at an Ontario wildlife park.

Below is NOT an emu. That is ME before this stroke.

BBelow THAT is just a pic of my bathroom.

Below THAT is a pic of one of my heroes.

And below THAT is just another pic of ME looking stupid.

Tennis, Anyone?

Well, this was to be about tennis brats, believe it or not, and the silliness of that hierarchy, and how people pay to go see a bunch of spoiled brats hit a funny little green ball around a court. Oh, bloody hell.

But those pix, it appears, got lost in the shuffle. Instead, I am just left with these pix from an African Wild Safari. I can't fathom what one has to do with the other. Unless it's the absurdity of enclosing wild animals in people-proof enclosures for our benefit.

That would be a lot like everything, nowadays. Very few things have been left how we found them. But such is the way of the world. We have to prove to our infantile little minds that we are superior and we can conquer anything.

Lemmings and other Things

This, as you can see, is NOT a lemming. It is some sort of antelope, unrelated to a lemming. I took this a few years ago at a wild animal park in Southern Ontario.

Lemmings are actually stupid little mammals that are renowned for jumping off cliffs en masse, if necessary, to reduce their incredible numbers. They reproduce, and spend all day on Farcebook, like their simplistic relatives, the human beens.

I tried to find their pictures on my brand new computer, but I could not.

Well, Cry Me a River.

So Long from Snippets from Spaceship Orion

I tried to copy and paste my visitor profile stats here. I couldn't. But suffice to say, I had one visitor. One visitor who didn't even leave a comment. I have had it. The effort put out no longer compares with the pleasure derived.

The beauty of blogging was the exchange of ideas, the interaction of ideas. It is no longer that. Elvis has left the building. Love Me Tender. And the best to you all. I can't bear to watch the finality.

The World is operated by doinks...no, make that Doinks

Once, I went on a driving tour of an African Safari Park in Southern Ontario.

This is it. That's a baby babooon above -- some people would call that my brother -- but I prefer the majesty and lack of brains of the baby baboon. Doh! I mean the buck deer!

Just Something Stupid

I know I have blogged somewhat about the day, a few years ago, when Evan and some of his friends went out paint-balling. OH! What a useful humanity-filled, worthwhile endeavour -- train your kids to go out and blow each other to smithereens with paintballs while the world ceases to exist as we know it around them.

Oh, but who cares if a few million starve or dehydrate to death. We.ve got wars with the Taliban to fight!

So what used to be my son Evan, above turn into those commando types at the top of the page.

And then they turn into rhinos, which are almost impossible to stop.

It just makes me SICK!

Let's just post something as stupid as humanly possible for the 2 humans left in the universe who STILL BLOG (besides me, that is).

Why Women Love Men And Other Amazing Tales

Let's face facts. Women Love Men. Yes, they have no choice.

But that's a minor detail. We help propogate the Species...Uhh, what else do we do? Create dumb things like religion, war, politics...just to drive each other nuts! Then we watch hours of Family Guy to forget about it all and laugh.

Ha! ! Ha! Ha!

Francois de la foo-foo

This is what I think of THAT...

The glory of great men should always be measured by the means they have used to acquire it.

- Francois de La Rochefoucauld

aka Francois de la foo-foo

Farcebook

I decided today to rob this word and opine about it.

Word of the Day

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

vamoose

\va-MOOS\ , verb;

1.

To leave hurriedly or quickly; decamp.

2.

To leave hurriedly or quickly from; decamp from.

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Quotes:

Councilman Caraway is adamant that all of the businesses on Pontiac Street must go away, vamoose, take a powder, even though they are industrial and manufacturing companies and even though they are on land that is zoned for industrial and manufacturing.

-- Jim Schultze, Dallas Observer, April 21, 2010

"Vamoose!" my father repeated, making an exasperated shooing motion.

-- Jose Skinner, Flight and other stories

"If you don't vamoose before I count fifteen, I swear I'll fire. And I shan't miss, I warn you. We don't want to see your face again."

-- Alfred Tresidder Sheppard, The quest of Ledgar Dunstan

Origin:

Vamoose originates in the 1800s, derived from the Spanish vamos, or "let us go." The word likely entered American usage through Mexico.

Now who knows if this will actually work. And everybody -- or just about everybody -- has left the blog world for Farcebook anyway, so you may ask, "What's the point?"

That's exactly the point, actually. Not doing what every other being, just about, is doing. And no offence to those who have vamoosed from blogging for Farcebook. It IS much faster.

If you can get all your thoughts out that way, great! I can't and I refuse to try. Because we are a thinking, feeling species. Until I'm definitely the last person in the building, I'll blog thank you, instead of becoming another Farcebook Weenie.

22!

My daughter, Monica, is 22 today. Doh!!! These are obviously just a few of hundreds. So bear with me as I just TELL you, rather than SHOW you, how beautiful she is.

Last year, she and one of her best friends went to Europe together to explore. I would encourage travel for ANY young person, including my son, Evan, who is in the pic wiyh Monica, above.

The three of us are pictured above that before I had this stroke.

You're beautiful, Mon!