Despite what you might think, this blog is not all about cute babies.
I do a lot of weird stuff.
There are Photoshop pictures where I make fun of Romney and Dick Cheney.
I like to joke around with pictures of Conan the barbarian, ninjas, and mustaches.
I show a lot of my original artwork… hence the catchy and somewhat clever name of this blog.
There are stories of my crazy life, including some very exciting near death experiences.
There is an original, humorous sci-fi novel and some original song videos… located conveniently under the buttons up there at the top of the page.
There is cutting edge hilarity, biting sarcasm, and observational witticisms.
There are pictures of a fish that lives in Vietnam that has his penis growing out of his head… which I only put in because I have a character in my novel… an alien… that has the same problem, only his penis doesn’t have nasty spikes and barbs on it like that sick, twisted little fish’s does, but I did throw in an x-ray of that evil little creature too… just to make the point that not all my crazy ideas are quite as crazy as they might seem at first.
Oh, and I guess I even make a point or two.
There are even some pictures of me as a baby, if you dig far enough back. Which reminds me… this blog makes no sense if you come in late. That would be like watching the middle movie of Star Wars or Harry Potter but not the early movies. (If you fell for that ploy, just go to the first post and start reading… if you are too smart to be manipulated in such an obvious manner, , but still find yourself wanting to learn more about me, just start scrolling down, and keep hitting the older post buttons… don’t even read the words at first, just let the images smack you in the face. Please bring a blanket, some water, and some power bars or trail mix, because you wouldn’t be the first person to get lost inside the dimly lit swamp that is my mind)…
So all I am saying is that tomorrow, after I finish up Willy week, don’t be surprised if this blog suddenly takes a turn into some other dimension… because that is what I do… and since I never know what direction the blog will take… because my brain never bothers to tell me in advance… it will be just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you.
You have been warned.
Pouring My Art Out 
BWAHAHAHA! The conversation between you and Buckwheat was nearly as good as the sign post.
I have the best commenters… commentors… friends.
Not to be difficult or anything, but cheese does not bind in all people/babies. Lactose intolerant have a tendency to become extremely the opposite when cheese is ingested. Trust me on this.
I am not a doctor, but I do play one on TV.
Don’t worry, I’ve actually followed you for the weird stuff 🙂
That is what I’m talking about. Together, we will make the weird happen!
All I can say is, “Bring it!” 😎
I like your style.
😎
Wait, what’s this about a cute baby? Did I miss something? I thought you were still trying to make your wife smile.
Oh, I gave that up… at least until next romantic monday.
okay but your brain told you about a whole week of baby Willy??
oh and what is your point? 😉
I said a week or ten days… or maybe longer… or until I got bored and wandered off…
I make no promises, other than the promise that I will try my hardest to entertain myself while hoping that what I do to make myself laugh will also make some of you laugh.
And I can change my mind about stuff. They always say that changing their minds is a woman’s perogative… however you spell that… but you know who else can change their minds? Artists… And crazy people.
so are you a woman, artist or crazy person?
I am all that and more…
uhhh yeah
If I didn’t have… never mind, but I am very in touch with my feminine side… and I am an artist… and I am pretty sure I am crazy… so…
well i’m trying to disagree..
To be an artist, a man almost needs to have a good relationship with his feminine side. Unless you are doing primate art like Thrasher heavy metal or modern art. You think my tender love songs come from my Conan side?
i see a knew form of art developing now…lol
Conan side…maybe?
Have you seen all the Conan posts I have done??? I got Conan posts coming out of my wazoo… which is a river in Cimmeria… which is where Conan comes from…
Wazoo…we’re going there again?
You can do that on this post. Just don’t start up on one of the real Willy posts. We made more poo jokes than that kid has made real poops.
ahaha! well Willy will need to catch up!
So we need to stop to give him a fair chance… right???
or feed him more?
That isn’t a problem… but it is all liquid.
it works!
Once again, all part of natures beautiful plan.
what is? i forgot what we were talking about, i thought i lost my complete site for a few mins. and it took a part of my brain with it..
Milk and baby poo…. awwww crap… why did I remind you…
sure does, and not so crappy either 😉
Let’s talk about the fiscal cliff… or monkeys… or zippers… or string theory… or string cheese.
but you reminded me, i will oblige, cheese is binding…
Tell me about it… by which I mean don’t… but to all of you out there reading these comments, if you have a new baby, remember her words of wisdom. Cheese is indeed binding. Your life, when the baby starts eating solid food, will be a balancing act… too much fruit of some kinds and the kids start getting a little loose in the old caboose… so you start feeding them babnanas and chesse to firm things up, and you go too far, and the kid is screaming while you try to decide if you should use a corkscrew to pull the plug out, but you end up feeding them prunes and plumbs to fix the plumbing… which may be where plums got their name.
ahaha!
I enjoyed that one.
you’re welcome 🙂
That ought to teach you not to start with me. Again.
That ought to teach you not to start with me. Again.
ya it’s kind of s#i@$y isn’t it
No, it isn’t at all.