The truth is, even I am getting a little sick of the direction my blog has been heading recently. Don’t get me wrong. I have enjoyed using my new Father’s Day camera to take pictures to share with you. I never get tired of the Bay Area. My heart is still there. But enough is enough. I am going to spend the day doing a series of short posts featuring a few more pictures. Then, I am going to call it quits.
Starting tomorrow, I am going back to being my old self. And we all know what that means, right? It means I have absolutely no idea what I am going to do tomorrow. It might be typing up some of my old poems, or scanning some more of the art hanging in my garage. I might just do some humorous commentary on modern life, or tell funny stories from my strange past. Or it could be a little movie of Dick Cheney shooting flames out of his ass while ninjas chop him into little bits. It could be just about anything…
And isn’t that what you have come to expect from me?
Pouring My Art Out 
Whatever works. Maybe you can start on Romney. There was an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer today about how “Cheney’s wisdom and judgement” would provide him with a model for choosing his own VP. God (Allah, Vishnu, insert-your-own-deity here) help us!
Of course be you. The multi-faceted, artistic, and, yes, sarcastic (good call, Edward Hotspur) blogmeister.
I love you, man… (and I am not at all drunk)…
I think you should do photoblogs about every third or fourth post, and be all wordy and humorous in the other ones.
That is sound and helpful advice, Ed. Thank you. Because I do want to strike the perfect balance.
That sounded sarcastic.
I meant it. No sarcasm. And not just to be polite, because that sounds like a good mix to me. That would work. Of course I get caught up in things and it wont be that regular. But that is a ggod ratio. Blend. Whatever…
I just figure I’ve posted a crapload of sky pictures because I like them, but I tried to have a few other things between sky posts just to break it up. 750 posts later, and here I am.
I just get stuck like a skipping record… (don’t tell the kids what that is… let them google it)…
You keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat
Skip to the loo…