Gone

I've been hanging on. I have loved blogging. There has been something enticing about telling people I barely know, from all around the world, what I am thinking about this or that or whatever.

I haved loved some of you. I have not loved some of you. But I have appreciated you all. Even those, including me, who have gone to Facebook, which strangely enough does NOT include faces. But which IS much quicker.

I think we will lament this move towards less thoughtful, shorter, quicker time together. It is like the cheapest wine on the store shelf. Sure, it's cheaper and faster. But it is also less tasty...it hasn't been allowed to age.

Some things take time. But we are all blinded by the light and we like the instant gratifation Facebook gives us. Goodbye, Blogger. You were a good, thoughtful friend but life has passed you by.

Can't Do This on Facebook!!!

The two finger-pointing things, actually, are Homo Escapeons things. Surprisingly, he is probably off in the cellophane, one-syllable world of Facebook right now.

My hero is Hymie, the Get Smart robot, followed closely by Max, The Chief and Agent 99.

Pardon me now while I go under The Cone Of Silence.

Gerry

My youngest brother Gerry, who looks quite a bit like me except is taller and uglier, celebrated or otherwise his 47th birthday recently. What follows is mostly a tribute to him.

He is a good hubbie for wife Kim and a great dad to sons Joshua and Matthew.
Grandpa C. and Josh playing Crib.
Grandpa C. and Matthew.
Gerry, who lives in Northwest Ontario, takes beautiful sunset pix of the area.
A pic, above, of their pups a few years ago. Below, a Northwest Ontario full moon.

Below, a mom and her pups.

Above, a pink night sky; below, two of Gerry's dogs play-fight.

Above, Josh; below, Gerry. I have no idea what the scratch is.

More moms & pups, above; after spraining his ankle, the doofus, Gerry, below.


Gerry tries to play tiddlee-winks or something on that sprained ankle;
Gerry and his back-yard pool, above; Gerry and his foot, below.



Gerry and Kim on the left, my mom and brother-in-law Alec on the right. Ha! Ha!
Gerry, above; one of Gerry's dinosaur shadows, I guess, below.

The old Gerry, above; one of Gerry's sunsets and his kids swimming, below.

Gerry swinging over my dad, below; Gerry and Josh jumping into some lake, below that.

A shadow of Gerry and I belive his two kids, Matthew and Josh.

Gerry, Kim and Josh, a long time ago.
Gerry on the left with my other brother, Doug, whose birthday was Valentines Day.
The kids swim in one of Northwestern Ontario Shield Lakes as the sun sets.

The kids and Dad have fun, above; below, Uncle Chris and Matthew say hi to each other.
Below, Chris tries way too hard at lawn bowling as his dad Don delivers, Josh helps and Uncle Ken waits his turn.

Below, Gerry and brother Doug.

Below, the whole clan -- almost.

The two boys, Josh and Matthew, check out a tree limb in the water.
Below, Gerry wearing a really goofy fishing hat.

Kim, above, and her goofy husband Gerry, below.
Gerry hanging onto my brother-in-law Darren after hurting his wittle-bitty ankle.
Natthew, i think, below.

Being Simpsonized and other Stuff

I am a huge kidder. But Homo Escapeons is also a big kidder. That's one of the reasons we always laugh at each other. Ha ha ha ha! Once, he tried to Simpsonize me (above).
This, as you can see, is what I thought of that idea. And below, with my red-eye goofy son Evan in the foreground sitting next to his cousin Josh, it looks like my mother, Louise, is about to give me the finger.

Above, just an old hockey practise shot taken by one of my friends for my paper, Phil.
My hero, above. Or among them.
Why we do what we do.

One of my faves of all time, Hymie, below.



Some of my most influential driving forces of all time...

DOH!

What most women look like, above; what that makes their men want to do, below.

A non-typical Manitoba winter, above.