Is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?
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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.
I am not now, nor have I ever been, the epitome of gracefulness. At age two, I fell out of the car and broke my collar bone. Age three, header into the door jamb, leaving a nice scar on my cheek and inside my lower lip. My first day of third grade? Basketball to the head. Eighth grade? Faceplant into the asphalt track. There's that giant chunk of chin I took out with a sharp new razor, unaccustomed as I am to shaving said chin. Matches the chunk I took out of my ankle going over the handlebars of my bike. MY bike, to be clear. I merely knocked the wind out of myself the other two times I went over other handlebars. My hands and arms and legs are all scarred like a five-year-old's. I have a rather impressive collection.
The other night should have come as no surprise to me then, as I was blotting blood from my forehead following a gardening accident. I could have put my eye out, so the gash is almost uneventful. I had a tetanus shot in 2002, so I'm good for another year. The cut probably won't even scar, good thing since I can't afford any further damage to my mug. It should heal before my niece's baptism this weekend, though there's always Photoshop to the rescue if not. But still, I have to smack myself for not paying attention.