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.