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Ministry of Silly Blogging
lt's not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right side of the blog isn't silly at all and the left side merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate post. But I think that with Government backing I could make it very silly.
Hey, it's worth a shot. Isn't it? Worth a shot?
What's to tell, really? I'm a sarcastic Fat Guy with little concern for the feelings of others if it would sacrifice my amusement. I spent most of my life in and around Milwaukee, WI, including my formative years. Went to college in Texas, then moved back north for 15 years before the wife and I packed up our lives to try a new start in Tampa, FL, land of the oversized insects and mutant frogs.
Now we've moved to Ohio, wish us luck! It may not be 'home', but so much closer to the real thing. Is that a hill?
Ecce potestas casei! (Curious? http://tinyurl.com/l4z77u)
The FTC has mandated that we as bloggers must make full disclosure of any compensation we may have received for our past endorsements.
I have received none. Zilch. Bupkus. Not a sausage. But not without trying.
So please, if you'd like to pay me to heartily endorse your product and/or service, just let me know, because I could use the money.
Or a Cadillac. A Cadillac would be nice.
Oh, October, how do I love thee? I love the mist in the mornings, the wind overnight, the smell of fallen leaves, fine seasonal beers and the re-appearance of pumpkin pie in the grocery store. Given proper funding (see button at right) I also have some wonderfully gruesome, children-wetting-themselves Halloween ideas that need to be played out at some point.
And this weekend, Lori and I will be attending a masquerade ball themed around Poe's Masque of the Red Death. Among the tarot readers, headless horsemen and the "Guess who's Death" game, I found a new musical genre that just cries out to be loved: Goth-a-billy.
I'm already a fan of rock-a-billy and psycho-billy, and despite having never worn black nail polish and a floor-length black coat, I love The Cure. This just screams to be downloaded for my listening pleasure, I'm sure.
The band playing at this little soiree is named Cult of the Psychic Fetus. If it wasn't already a band name, Cult of the Psychic Fetus would be a GREAT band name.
Speaking of macabre little pagan holidays, I must say I'm rather disappointed in Food Network even more than normal. As if it isn't bad enough that Sandra Lee gets a Halloween special, last weekend we watched the Food Network Horror Cakes Challenge. Judged by Leatherface himself, these were kindly little cakes with little actual horror. Mock horror, perhaps. Horrificomical? Maybe. But the judges were looking for gumpaste intestines dripping with raspberry blood, the glint of some medieval torture device sawing limbs from exchange students.
And really, who isn't?
And speaking of medieval torture devices, I've noticed an alarming number of dead blogs in my random trolling of the web. People who clutter the limited disk space of the worldwide web with pages that haven't been updated in three or four years or more. Sure, pages like MyDeathSpace can tell us when someone's page isn't updated for a reason, but how many people just forget their passwords or lose interest with no sort of sign-off?
I'll do my best not to do that to my readers. What I will do is leave you with the award-winning costume Lori made for me a number of years ago.
Now, your turn. What's your best Halloween/Autumn memory ever? And for my readers in the southern hemisphere, Spring memories work, too. Until then, stay out of the daylight.