I Spy...

Very often, I am spied upon by various robotic individuals named Hymie from the show Get Smart to ensure that in actuality, I am being the fine upstanding example to all of humanity that I insist I'm being.

So I pretend I'm my son's one and only sculpture and eavestrough on the real spy, Chris, under the cone of flatulence, with the help of The Chief, Agent 99 and Hymie.

This doesn't always work. I don't know where the green flatulence machine went. Donn has one but he retired it. I once blogged about it, but go find it yourself if you must.

I have no idea why, but I took a shot of my apartment door.I Continuing on, here is the hallway below that I have seemingly walked for months. Now, of course, I am walking outside and terrorizing people. Better bring down the Cone of Silence!
Here below is me taking aim at somebody. Do NOT try this at home.
Here is the real me, below, trying to figure out all this complex stuff.

Blogging's Extinction

For some reason, I can't seem to copy and paste it. But I had two visitors in the past two weeks. So who am I writing for? It's the old falling tree in a forest trick.

If nobody hears it fall, DID it fall? DID it die? Yes, it did. The tombstone will read: "Blogging R.I.P...a victim of little blurbs -- farcebookisms -- of thought." And as with all deaths, we will lament its passing.

We will also lose what intellect we had left, out of non-use. That's evolution. What isn't used becomes a victim of extinction.

Chinese Invasion

This is what blogging has become. They're like ants at a picnic, or worse. They are some form of Chinese.

I have nothing against China. But they are one of the most populous nations on Earth. And every morning when I wake up, they have invaded my blog and left gibberish for comments and I fail to understand their point.

I am never actually going to allow one of their comments -- it's all in Mandarin or some other dialect -- so what's their point anyway? I think we have to assume that this is all mechanized.

And that some Chinese computer geek has come up with an automated program, like a germ, that automatically does this. And that Google's security system cannot stop it. Knock yourselves out.

Look at this Photograph

That's my son, Evan, Left foreground with the backwards baseball hat, on a cold day around Winnipeg a few years ago when we drove out with some of his friends to a paintball competition which I did NOT win.
The crucial thing? Neither did he.
He graduated from Grade 12 today. Unfortunately, he forgot to tell me until yesterday. A chip off the old block! Fortunately his sister, who is at least halfway sane and who is WAY more organized than either of us, drove him over here.
For some reason, all the pix that were taken, I can't find on this computer. My kids and I pretended to be The Avengers Spy Group or Hymie the robot or something like that.
Here are the only pix I could find.

Above is a long ago pic of me and my kids.

Here is a pic of me and my kids after I have had the stroke this year.

This above is Evan holding a pet chicken.

This above is Ev obviously at a young age.

This above is Evan and me a few years ago when he and some of his friends went out for some paintball.