In the past two weeks or so, I have been otherwise pre-occupied as not shown. And as shown by the most recent counter numbers, no one has noticed or otherwise visited or as much as farted in my general direction.
So this is the dreaded last post. Farcebook yourselves to death.
The numbers show a clear zero across the board per day. It is too embarrasing to show. Well, who cares...after all, people are dying of starvation in Africa. Kids are starving with no fathers.
Good bye, Blogdom. It was fun. But now it's time to be a Facebook weinie.
September 29, 2010
September 28, 2010
Indeed, these pictures of my betrothed do NOT do her justice. But they will have to do. Some are out of focus thanks to me. Some aren't. Still. her beauty is undeniable. It is there for all to see. Here's a tour of my beautiful girl.
Some of these pix -- in fact, most of them -- were taken years ago.
September 15, 2010
September 14, 2010
This is supposed to be a blog of important things like farts and human gas and other kinds of gas, but I am unable to comply because this stupid system will only allow me a certain number of pix, and this it.
But only some 0.9 persons read this blog anyway, so what do I care?
So with a stroke that virtually obliterates half your mind, I am hardly able to remember my own hands let alone any one of a thousand passwords you might use. Passwords are a pain at the best of times.
Try remembering another person's password. It is not easy to do. Now multiply that by 10 and try to rememer those. Then you might get an idea what my life is like. I have to try and do what you take for granted. It is a life of Pleasure, Pain and Passwords.
Banking. Computing. Phoning. More. These are all basic things essential to everyday life. These are things I can no longer do by myself. I just don't have the brainpower anymore. What used to work as sharp as a tack before no longer works.
Sometimes I can barely remember my own name. But I can remember once farting on a hockey bench as a kid for eight seconds, which is a world record in my books. And I recently visited the beef farm of the husband and wife of my betrothed-to-be.
It was smelly and there was a lot of methane gas around, I'm sure.
September 1, 2010
Well, not everyone. But Donnnnnnnnn with about 100 n's does. Because I am truly the wonder of his life. Well, except for his Lovely wife and their young son -- and just about every other human been on thr planet.
I don't know why I took a pic of this guy on TV. Maybe because like Donnnnnn, he is virtually insane.
These pix are actually in inverse order. But with Donnnnnnnnnn, it rarely matters.
I have no idea what this picture is. But I'll be lucky if one person reads this anyway.
Here is Donnnnnnnnn, continued.