Most Devestating Put Down Overheard

As someone was overheard describing a relative "when I know he's coming to visit, I hide my money under the soap". Ouch! I must say, really.......

I posted more of my early photography over at Steal This Blog--there's a wee bit o' nudity, if you're sensitive to that. There's also some pet photos, and they animals are naked, too. Well, they were wearing fur, but that doesn't count.......

Trans-Atlantic Birthday Hugs!!

Happy Birthday to the Queen of Blogging--the great Gatochy!

The central Texas faeries flew this cake special delivery, but haven't been seen or heard from since......suspicious, but we have LOTS more where those came from!!
Happy Birthday Mariana! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with the world, thanks for the ethics, good taste, and humor you bring to the table!! Big love from Texas!!

Happy 100 to Gatochy

Mariana's Image Association feature turned 100! Our busy blogging diva in Lisbon has put together 100 of these picture comparisons for our viewing pleasure--thanks to the goddess of the blog!
Also, So Cute You Could Puke turned 47--we'll be awaiting that centennial as well!
Go enjoy http://gatochy.blogspot.com/

Another TV Idea

Ok, here's the pitch;

A group of young women aspiring to be models--no, SUPER models-- enter a contest and are chosen to compete in the final "model off" at a professional shoot--held at a Mayan pyramid, on the full moon, next to a nuclear power plant, behind a toxic waste dump, during the harmonic convergence, amid a bad electric storm--you get the idea. This of course leads to the girls being bombarded with ALL the mutation endowing elements ever used in comics/bad television, resulting in super powers. Yes, now they are SUPERMODELS!! Endowed with super stregnth, flight, etc--each of the characters has her own unique set of skills--it's like powerpuffs meet she spies crossed with sailor moon
It's called Awesome SuperModels
I have a couple of episodes roughed out.....
may I have my royalty check now, please?

It's Official--End of an Era

I sold my Harley today. I have officially shifted from "thuggish" to "moonbeam". Please don't beat me up--god, what's come over me? Get a grip, Trey. It was only a bike. Not a symbol, not an embodiment, not your goolies, and remeber how butch you feel when you are nurturing? That's it, buck up old man, and go count your money.....not to mention, whenever you see those cutsie-fucking-poo HD products you no longer have reason to cringe and change the subject.

Mr Bigglesworth is a mother!

I wondered why "he" was acting strange--behold! A litter of spheres! And yes, they all have names, thank you.....Forrest, Brini, Amber,Rufus, Cici, and Skye . I know, I need help, but I'm too busy playing with "the kids"--sigh.
Oh, yeah--I graduated Massage school, too. wOOt!

"I Think Alone"-- From my Friend Nancy

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and
then
-- just to loosen up.

Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more
than
just a social thinker. I began to think alone -- "to relax" I told
myself,
but I knew it wasn't true.

Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was
thinking
all the time. That was when things began to sour at home.

One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning
of
life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't
mix,
but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I
could read Thoreau and Kafka.

I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it
exactly we are doing here?" One day the boss called me in. He said,
"Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has
become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll
have
to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my
conversation
with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know
you've
been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as
college
professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep
on
thinking, we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She exploded in tears
of
rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional
drama. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into
the
parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors...
they
didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that
night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a
poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?"
it
asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard
Thinker's Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a
recovering
thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video: last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how
we
avoided thinking since the last meeting .

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed...easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the
road
to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I registered to vote as a
Republican.

~~~~~~~~~~
Ben Harmon
~~~~~~~~~~


"I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my
body.
Then I realized who was telling me this." Emo Phillips



Thanks, Nan!

Don't Tell a SOUL.....

Sorry I've been quiet....I've been planning my escape from the psychiatric hospital. heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee.......I LOVE saying that.....it's true. Friday night will be my last shift, I'm free as of 7am Saturday, and I graduate later that night. No more bloody middle of the sodding night work hours--wOOt!
Remember the post about selling the Harley? It's happening soon, as in any day now as soon as the gent gets his mits on the cash for it, it's his. I'll be taking some decompression time off between leaving "the facility" and starting "la practice".
In other news, Mariana continues to stimulate and delight a growing number of readers--proof that taste and intelligence survive in an ever more tasteless world.http://gatochy.blogspot.com/
Delta continues his relentless struggle for world domination, but he has taken the odd moment to delight ushttp://deltaavidelta.blogspot.com/