I did a really good post yesterday… the one called: Let’s think about stuff, shall we?
I know, it was a lot of words. I know, I tried to make you think about stuff. Sorry.
And you know what? Not one comment. It’s like that post was invisible. Oh. lots of people stopped by. I got comments on older posts. But not one on the new post. And I left it up there all day without doing a bunch of other short, silly posts like I usually do. That’s how proud I was of it.
I am not going to threaten to hold this blog hostage until some of you read it. I already used that idea. I have a new idea…
I am going to set a challenge for myself.
I am going to see how many posts I can do about that post… funny posts, moving posts, posts that make you feel guilty for not reading that post. And I am going to see how long I can keep that up.
My theory is that sooner or later some of you will read the thinking post just to shut me the ‘bleep’ up.
Pouring My Art Out 
Because I am so far behind in my reading, I had to stop halfway through reading the post in question. It was waaaaaay too long & got going around in circles & didn’t make sense to me & not why I come to your blog in the first place. I come to your blog because:
1) You’ve become my blogging buddy
2) I (mostly) like your sense of humor
3) I think you’re very creative
4) You’re a good writer
5) Willie is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute!
There is no pressure here. Nobody is rushing you. Read what you want, when you want. Just keep coming back.
Arthur Browne,
A brief word from the angel on your shoulder.
Before the day is out, let us remember those who gave the last full measure 72 years ago, most of them Navy men.
“So we, us silly humans, have somehow come to the conclusion that there must be a reason for war.” There may have been no good reason for the Emperor to do what he did, but he left us little choice but to honor our dead and defend our liberty.
“I am not saying I don’t ever see the need for war, and I am definitely not saying anything against soldiers. I respect them. I was in the Navy when I was 17.” Thank you for your service, no matter the circumstance that encouraged it. I have not doubt while there, you honored the uniform. As zaney as you can be, I believe you to be a man who respects duty, honor and country and deserving of my thanks.
Dan
Well… I do now… people have died so that we could have the freedom to do posts guilt-tripping people into reading other posts… I feel humbled by that sacrifice.
That was not meant to be as snide as it may have come across…
I understood. We aren’t living in China or some other totalitarian regime because of others sacrifices. Because of that, we have the liberty of a free press and free speech, whether we agree with the speech or not. Lucky for you, huh? HA
ha indeed… and this blog is a totalitarian regime, so shut up.
You’re funny. You make me laugh. I still haven’t read yesterday’s post because I have no idea what day this is. Keep me laughing.
I only exist to keep you laughing, oh sepia-toned scientist of the ‘not quite atomic’ variety…
Sepia-toned? You’re either talking about my photo or the blackish liquid secreted by a cuttlefish. I thank you either way. Cuttlefish are very smart. As so are you, I’ve been learning.
I just fake smart for short periods of time when the crack squirrels aren’t looking… and yes, I meant the picture, and yes, I swatch the nature channel too.
watch… not swatch… the nature channel…. I saw that just as I hit reply. That makes me sound like I am crafting a scrap book about cuttlefish…
You could write a story about a cuttlefish aboard a spacecraft and how he/she/it is in control of the craft. I read a sci fi book something like it but using squid, or maybe it was cuttlefish.
I have something like that in some of the books in my sci-fi series… over there on the sidebar… hint hint… I could even write one into book five…
I should read your books. What do you mean you have “something like that” in your sci fi series? You know I am a veritable oracle ( I think that’s a redundancy) when it comes to sci fi. Okay, it was Dan Simmons “Ilium” that sported the cuttlefish. Dave Freer has also used cuttlefish in his fantasy writing but I don;t ever remember reading him.
I created about 150 alien races… just the ones that take active part… in the first four books alone. So some of them have cuttlefish traits… look at the alien pictures under that button on the bar at the top… Only the first one is published so far… my daughter is getting the second one ready for publishing right now. Two more are written and more are on the way. I am looking for good ideas all the time.
I have been a loyal follower for at least 3 weeks and just because the pharmacy made a mistake and gave me someone else’s script which has had me in a fog for a few days and I had to call my doctor and let her know I am not able to take the med and she said she never called that in for me and I just haven’t read anything in awhile– just because of all that you have your nerve to make me feel guilty on top of dopey– I can barely typo. I’m sorry, what were we talking about?
You are now on my top ten list of followers… unless you are being serious about trying to make me feel guilty about trying to make me feel guilty… then you move up to number 3!
As soon as I am done with the guilt-storm, I am going to have a special day where all my followers… and me… all switch our meds with each other. What could go wrong with that idea?
@ At Lucy-As a follower of Art, that was perfectly stated. You needn’t continue to use the drugs or even a probable psychiatric condition as an excuse for your peculiarities and idiosyncrasies.. Welcome to the family.
Now I wonder how many of my followers only showed up here because of a mix up at the pharmacy…
No. What you want to know is what pharmacy so you can send them a thank you card and buy stock in the company.
Or just go in to stock up…
You’re sweet. .I like your impudence and thank you for the warm welcome.
He only gets away with the impudence because he is here… on my blog… protected by my monstrous fortress of guilt!
“Impudence?” We’re in trouble, Arthur. She uses three syllable words and uses them correctly. We may have an English major on our hands. But…she thinks I’m sweet. Score! How long can I pull that off. Uh oh. Not long. I just dangled my preposition right in front of her. The sweetness is all gone off. OH! I done did it again.
Okay, first, shut up… you can’t say you ‘dangled’ anything in front of her or we will be hearing from human resources… second,… wait, she is the scientist of the ‘almost atomic’ variety, so she is way too smart to fall for your tricks if she wasn’t on the wrong meds… and third, stop using my blog to flirt with the ladies. You are like the roadie crew at a 1970’s Led Zep show. I am on stage, and you are lurking over by the speakers telling girls that if they take a tumble with you, you can get them back stage after the show.
Have a little class.
Just don’t dangle your participles in mixed company and everything will be fine.
I tried to tell him. I am all about proper behavior…
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha. HA HA HA.
Thank goodness, you don’t use that stupid lol thing… I hate that… get ready for the next guilt post in 5 minutes…
Okay
Bam… there it is
I’m sorry. I’m just not keeping track of when these notifications are coming in. I’ll look at your aliens.
no worries…
Silly. I’m not an English major. I’m an Anthropologist. We write swell, too.
Oh… you call that a science?
Ha… I am just kidding… that sounds awesome…
“…swell,” how very 1930’s of you. LIke gee, gosh and darn. I’m looking for Andy, Judy and the judge now. Let’s put on a play and save the school. There I go. More of that impudence thing. That would also make me incorrigible. Five syllables. I’ll see your three and raise you two. Whoo hoo! I’m two up on you. Now this is fun. I think the bad boy pertsona is working Art. Follow my lead. HA Are you from this side of the pond Lucy? Doesn’t seem so.
Bad boy… yeah… like the Fonz or those gangs from West Side Story…
West Side Story.
ICE singing:
♪ ♫ ♪ “Boy, boy, crazy boy
Stay loose, boy
Breeze it
Buzz it
Easy does it
Turn off the juice, boy
Just play it cool, boy
Real cool! ” ♪ ♫ ♪
Ayyy. Cool like the Fonz.
His real name was Arthur too… And I can pull off a leather jacket… the look, I mean… I don’t mean like rip it off of myself… not since Robin Hood pulled his leather jerkin off…
(That was a long way to go for that joke)
Oh? There was a joke there? 😛 Let me take another look…later…much later.
awww…
I wanted to get the one above out quickly before I got into this.
First: It has been extremely quiet in the blogosphere for about three weeks. You are about the only one consistently posting and comments seem to be down on others I read too.
Second: You know how much I enjoy going deeply into the human condition from both my posts and emails. I can’t explain it, but I just haven’t been up to it lately. I don’t know if it’s a seasonal thing or not. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year are not times when I feel overly open. It may be so for others. If I get too introspective this time of year, I can get into the mulligrubs pretty quickly and start running out of psychic steam. I get started writing, and can’t keep the flow and then get dissatisfied with the work produced to that point and just dump it.
That post required, for me anyway, a lot of introspection that I just can’t seem to get up to at the moment. It was the same with your post on love. I kept thinking about it and kept fizzling out. I have moments where things seem to work, but they aren’t coinciding with your posts. Remember my comments when we were talking about Jessica encouraging and helping you with getting the monkey book off the ground? Right now, that just ain’t there for me. It’s not SAD. We have plenty of sunshine here. But it is typical of this time of year for me and maybe others too. Stay the course and try re-posting it another time. It is a great post that I feel in my heart of hearts your followers will respond to in time. I feel it that post means to much to you to demean it with cajoling us into commenting. It deserves better from us like the one on love did. Just my opinion my friend.
I totally see your point. On the other hand, my plan is already working to a degree. This is just another of those things I do. I happened to be playing with that PhotoFunia.com and I have pictures already saved that would work for this. I could use them for something else, but this just seems fun. To try to come up with as many posts as I can to get attention on one post. I don’t even care about that post. I didn’t know it was going to be so long. It just flowed.
I also know what you mean about the doldrums going on right now. We all have it. I keep getting sidetracked from things that were already sidetracking me.
Too late, I’m already commenting 😛 And don’t ever say you didn’t care about that post, Art. That is BS. When I read it, I see you as being upset about something in particular but addressing it with a very broad brush because you won’t or can’t identify the exact source of you angst at the moment. All of the examples are valid and true, but they are the wrapping around the package that contains the real problem that is bugging you. You wouldn’t have written at such length if the post had no meaning to you. You just couldn’t/wouldn’t specifically identify the issue that triggered the post. IMHO
Sometimes the crack squirrels just grab the idea and run with it. If I was upset about something I am capable of incredible focus… for short periods of time. I’m just having fun with this.
Honestly, just that first guilt post has gotten the first post about 12 comments, and I have two new followers, just because I decided to act miffed. Now I feel a little guilty. But not that much.
Why am I not surprised you don’t feel guilty?
Sorry… update… four new followers now… I feel even less bad…
Though bad you are, indeed.
Guilt, it turns out, is a powerful weapon.
You are my conscience… I should really listen to you… you are a high road taker… now shut up, little angel on my shoulder, I feel another post coming…
You’re own little Jiminy Cricket. Lynda, the cricket’s shown up over here. You’re on the wrong post now.
Dude… that was awesome how you tied two concepts and three comments into one Disney-themed joke!!!
Yeah, but I had to read through all of your crap to do it. Is the prize of the kudo worth the irreversible psychic damage done? Chirp. Chirp.
Don’t you have a whale to climb inside or something?
Speaking of whales, I do miss her presence here. She seems to be in a different space for now.
They come and go… it’s called migration…
Don’t do that. I feel like it only demeans the original post.
Once I get stuck in one of these ruts, the crack squirrels take over… sorry…
Lol….gonna read it right now!
I love you man…
and your cat…
🙂