Arbitrary Idiotness

This is my younger brother Gerry. No, wait, that's an ass!

THIS is actually my younger brother, Gerry, below. Note he isn't just giving me ONE finger. He's giving me TWO! And I'm the oldest?? This is what thanks and respect I get?

It's OK. I made him goalie all the time when I played street hockey as a kid with Clod Lambert and Andy Adolphe. He loved it and went on to take too much rubber on his head.

This is just a picture of what, I don't know. Go crazy with your own guesses and I'll award you all -- all three of you -- with a prize.

Here's a pic of me many years ago getting beaten at a game of Fish by a six-year-old Ridley, Donnnnnn and Alice's son. Poor Alice. Poor Ridley.

Here's Donnnnnnnnn and me many years ago canoeing at Wallace Lake. No doubt Alice was asking herself, What am I getting myself into? I still don't know.

Doh!!

What an idiot!

Believe it or not, these pix were made by him. Poor Ally!

Reflections

This is one of my fave songs ever...if this doesn't import, it's Reflections by Marmalade. You can find it yourself on YouTube! Good listening!!

A Beauty

There is a beautiful female in my life.

I'd like to post pix of her but I think I'd better not. This whole circumstance has me blown away. She is the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life and for us, now is the perfect time and the right time.

Yes, I met her on Facebook, but we have spent some time together and she is more beautiful than I imagined. AND I should stop making fun of Facebook. But I've GOT to make fun of SOMETHING! I will soon meet her cat Hobbes, who is a male, and as his name suggests, he will play second fiddle to me.

Actually, his name DOESN'T suggest that. His name suggests he is a butler or something. I say!

I will be the dominant male.

Ha!

But that will get me nothing!

Because as we ALL KNOW, the female always gets what she wants!

Farce Book

The "F'' used to stand for something else, as in "Fuck off and die." Now it stands for something we all know and hate: Farcebook.

I personally lament this development. For one, it begins the process of our de-evolution into amoeba. Secondly, it heralds the start of our move back to the herd mentality I and sharks and lions and killers and OTHER predators thought we had evolved away from. Not so.

No, we all herd without a clue towards Farce Book. Unwary of what lies in wait just behind the bush.

Woe is me.

Here I am, still blogging like it's nobody's business -- Hey wait. It IS nobody's business. About three people on the planet still blog. They have all gone over to Farcebook. Well, excuuuuuse me. I can act like a tyrannosarus Rex or a Brontosaurus too.

Oh. They're extinct.