Here is another blast from the past. Just to keep you entertained while I work on the children’s book cover. This one was called:
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Enough about me…
…Sorry for the delay, but I had to pick myself up off the floor and get my laughter under control.
Like many artists, (and most socially inept sociopaths), I never get tired of talking about myself. It is always all about me!
On the other hand, this is all about my art, not just Art in general…(that was a joke, sort of)… The good news is that I am not all that interesting (once you remove the art from the Art) so we can get through this rather quickly. Thank you for bearing with me, if indeed you have.
Here are some interesting facts about me. In fact theses facts are the only interesting facts about me;
1. I have had more near-death experiences in my life than anyone else I have met. Stick around long enough and you will probably hear them all…
2. I actually am 6 feet 4 inches tall. I know every guy on the internet says they are, but I really am. What does this have to do with anything? Not a lot. It means that before I got married I could date short or tall girls. Also, I can find my car in big parking lots. Mostly it means I get asked to take things down from high shelves.
3. I have a missing tooth… I don’t mean it fell out, I mean I was born without it…
There should not be an uneven number of teeth between your canine teeth. I don’t know where the missing tooth ended up. Hopefully not in my spleen, or slowly growing up through my skull towards my brain. It just occurred to me that the Tooth Fairy owes me some cash.
4. Dogs and babies love me. Don’t trust anyone to whom this does not apply.
5. My legs are still in great shape. And I look alright when I shave and dress up…
6. I cannot pronounce the word ‘sixth’…
7. And last but not least, I believe that Photoshop is way better than real life… Because in real life you can’t do things like this just for the fun of it…
(That baby is not me…I looked more like a wax monkey when I was that age, and he is trusted to not wear a bib,… but we do have similar taste in hats)…
You can also do things to other family members…(they should be aware of this, and not allow themselves to be photographed…ever)
Why is Uncle Bert perched on my daughter’s nose??? Because I can, that’s why…
I am so sorry Jessica… If everybody didn’t know how beautiful you are, this would be mean… (Never make me angry again, seriously…)…
I have now cleaned out my old Photoshop files, and we can finally move on…
Pouring My Art Out 
My father was also congenitally missing 1 tooth in the top middle of his teeth & I was born congenitally missing 2 teeth in the front on the bottom. My canine teeth are right beside my front teeth & had to be shaved down to look more like regular teeth when I got my teeth straightened.
The things they can do now…
Sigh
You’re a sick sick puppy. I love it.
Don’t encourage him!
Quite the contrary my friend. This is a man who understands his own inherent insanity. I figure we have to get him to fully unleash it to get him to the next level. I will not rest until we get a full frontal nudity post. It may melt my computer screen and render me blind, but I have a feeling the internet may take note.
Oh man warn me if that day comes! He would get himself booted off again…wait…hmmm…
Fight tha power!
Sword raised!
Carried by an army of incendiary beavers!
Sorry, long story. I’m Canadian eh.
Ha I’m Canadian too!!
Oh my gosh! Where are you from? I live near Toronto.
I was born and rasied an hr. from Timbuktoo.
Now in Northern Frakzanisatan.
Very cool. I live in Koolade Mountain, and I love Arthur Browne. I get to Capitolize pretty often, love it there. I did some work in Jodpers too. I try to stay out of the oily patches though. Too big for me.
Wow, Koala bear here too. Oh yes the oily patches… sigh
Holy crow, that’s just weird. I’ve been in Waterloo for the past ten years, Big Gulp before that, Ottermania before that. I love this place.
Really?! Small world. I was two years on Mars, after Krakatoa East of Java, now Garbonzobeania.
I do not like Kangaroos. I don’t usually go public with all this info. I have to stay safe. Hey Arthur, can you delete this converstaion when it’s done?!
No… it doesn’t work that way… but nobody knows what you mean… you lived in Before Christ??? That was a long time ago.
ok fine… I will edit them in a funny way…
GO look at how I edited your info… go go go go go go go go go go go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
r u talking to me? and if so what info?
I changed your whole conversation about were you were from… and now it’s funny…
ohhh i get it, thank you!!
whatever
This is my Waterloo… ripping my Bonaparte…
Good one! We hardly ever hear Napoleon jokes. How refreshingly humorous in a historical way.
There should be more of them.
French midget jokes as they relate to Canadian municipalities are a low form of humour you know.
Not where I come from.
I see. Well don’t worry, most of your better comedians are already Canadian, so we’ll export a few more so that you can up the hilarity quotient down there. We consider this to be a civic duty in which every hot-blooded, blue-toed Canadian must participate.
We need all the laughs we can get… now that the government is closed.
I’m pretty sure that’s when the laughs actually start. Spill into the streets and make merry I say!
On another note, the government should legalize pot and then smoke a lot of it in order to get a clue.
Good luck with that plan.
Go look how I edited your convo with you know who to hide your secret lairs of solitude… gogogogogogogogogogogogo
I am dutifully and severely amused by those adjustments.
And your secret identity is safe.
Sounds… intriguing… and oily…
I was in a stampede in Calgary once…
Um, were you on top of an animal? Or, um, was there by chance a person on top of you? The mind boggles…
Yes, the mind does.
Uh Oh… they are speaking Canadian windtalker code…
you know it
I don’t know it.
I know
I know
I will not have my loyal followers banding together by region… this way lies madness.
It’s better than sanding together. What a mess that would be.
I don’t want you people organized at all. That is how I lost my job running the universes.
Maybe you shouldn’t have kept slacking off. Or doing that bad bad thing in the broom closet.
Me and rust never sleep!
You are like a hurricane… there’s storm in your eyes!
Tempest in a teapot.
That is no excuse!!!
for what?
For anything.
Do flaming beavers need swords???
It couldn’t hurt. Wait…
yeah
Funny you should mention swords…
oh yeah?
You’ll see.
But use the force wisely.
Or, you know, take a turn on the dark side. I hear it’s fun.
Yeah… that always works out well.
Several Sith Lords can’t all be wrong.
Yeah they can.
Bet you one light sabre and raise you a Wookie. Okay, wait, that sounds weird…
Not to me it doesn’t.
I would highly prefer not to further discussion the current disposition of your Wookie.
Oh… I thought you said cookie…
I think it would typically be hard to confuse those two things.
Not the way I bake cookies.
Oh gross.
Yup
All of Hitler’s cronies were wrong…
I don’t have enough bandwidth for full frontal nudity.
sigh
ha
I can do better than that.
Let’s see it.
I am already regretting my words.
Funny how often that happens.
I will not be rushed.
Trent, I am totally with you on getting him to rip out his brains for our entertainment, I am afraid I must admit. And, yes, he is to a good degree in tune with his insanity.
However, warn me also when that day should draw nigh that he’d rip his b*lls out for our entertainment for that happens not to be my delicacy also.
PMAO, alert! You got two squatters here who are doing things right under your nose, and worse yet, making this post about something else besides your awesome self.
LMAO, in other news, (well, still on same issue actually -you), the bottom left specimem in the first image seems unlike you. I thought the world revolved around you. Only?
Yes ripping his brains out it good, anything else no! He knows everything that’s going on here, he can’t not follow, and he likes it as he is very stats addictied. 😉
I showed you the tooth… you can’t handle the tooth.
what tooth…why did i ask?
My missing tooth… so I guess I didn’t really show you a tooth…
not that i remember
It’s in that recycled post…
Hahahahahaha. Spot on! He is an attention-leech. At least, so he’d have us believe.
I could care less about attention… hey… are you even listening to me???
noooo not Arthur…
Not a leach… I don’t suck it out of people… I just enjoy it when I earn it.
pft
no… not pft
I let the universe revolve around other things now and then to mix things up.
Shame! I prefer you as the purebred nartscissist.
I am a mutt…
No… do…
sigh
see how handy that sigh thing is
lol
no lol… no no no
lol
Maybe I stole your breakfast and that made me sick.
My God. You’re a dog. I knew it. A breakfast-stealing dog. However do you type? Wait, don’t answer that. I’m down with the mystery.
You don’t want to know.
It’s cheating if you medicate you know.
No it isn’t.
I think it is. And don’t call me no!
Then no more thinking for you!