Ummm… here is another post I did for Ed Hotspur a long time ago… try to ignore the whole weird man-crush I have on the guy, and enjoy the humor… oh, and this, and the posts that follow, should prove to you that you can trust me with pictures of you to play with in Photoshop. I might do something weird with them, but not weird in a creepy way…
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Okay… here we go… It is time for me to come to grips with my complex relationship with this man; Mr. Edward Hotspur.
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/
Look at that face. So noble, so wise, so aloof. He can be sarcastic, condescending, wickedly funny and brilliantly clever all at the same time. But for a while now he has been too busy to leave his clever, cutting comments on my blog and I miss him. Because I have a serious man crush on the guy. But whatever.
These conflicted feelings might be evident in the pictures I did of Ed. Because sometimes I see him as a brave Elfin warrior…
But other times I must admit that he seems a little more like this guy…
Oh, it is true that he is wise and powerful…
But I just can’t shake this image out of my head…
I guess what I am saying is that in the movie of my life, I can see him in the role as the hero…
But it might be better for both of us if I just thought of him as another one of an army of supporting players…
Pouring My Art Out 
I get lost in that guy’s hazel green eyes and old man zip sweater. The ‘do. The background, whatever it is. The foreground. Well, it’s not the ground, actually. it’s the floor. So that would be backfloor and forefloor, right? Fore on the floor. Five, actually, if I remember that chair right. It supported me through thick and thin, mostly thin, or medium-sized, actually. Wow, it is seriously snowing here. Good thing I don’t have to go anywhere, because shoveling in the dark is not fun.
You could always snore on the floor.
that’s more of a desk thing.
ha
There’s a trick. Two, if you have an office.
No office: put paper clips or tacks or something on the floor, hang your arm down by it, and sleep. If someone walks up, pretend you were picking up the paper clips.
Office: close your door, throw down some paper clips and lay down with your feet at the door. If anyone comes in, the door hits your feet, you wake up, and you pretend you were just picking up paper clips.
That is a well thought out plan
Hilarious! You managed to capture all aspects of him
I just gave up posting all the stuff I did about him because of the book.
HEY!
I know… like you have multiple aspects… sheesh
At least two.
on a good day
hay is for horses…or so I have been told…could be wrong about that…
It has other uses, but you aren’t wrong.
Like the scarecrow of the Wizard of Oz? Hey – he got brains without being a zombie!
Well played.
Ah, now you’ve piqued my interest regarding “The HastyWords” War. Was there bloodshed? Did cut and paste heads roll? Details, man. Details!
use the search bar…
Thanks. The search bar is a beacon of innovation for blonds like us, lol. Eureka. I found it. Actually I found all ten blogs, all more witty and cunning than the last. Hail to the Skunk Juggling Model King. Personally I think you missed your calling. Why has Victoria Secret never called you?
They did… I have my standards… I also did a bunch of pictures of Hasty’s kid… but I think there were more than 10 posts in that war… like maybe 17…
I am going thru my old posts tagging things to make it easier to find for all of you, and I am up to #20 on the Hastywords war so far… just sayin.
That is one serious man crush.
It gets worse… but not as bad as the HastyWords war got… and she isn’t a guy… so…
Ya look out you’re next!
too late… ha
See Trent!
whee wee oui
I don’t think I could compete with that kind of love, Zoe. Sob.
I don’t have pictures of you, and you don’t do enough tributes to me.
Sigh. I gotta protect the professional life, man.
You always have my support. As you know.
I do know. But I would never make you look unprofessional…
Uh huh.
well…
Oh I think you could!
I’m more steeling myself for an impending dump of… whatever the opposite of love is.
But I do love my man Art, and I will have to think of some tributes for him. Beyond the one I’ve already got in progress, and the impending book review.
I hope the tributes involve photoshop, animals and Arthur’s face…lol
The one will certainly have some photos in it. As an enterprise and effort, it’s a bit mad. But I like mad.
Will it have pirate hats, shades and squirrels??? And monkeys and aliens?
I will do my best. Or better.
See that you do…
Me to bring it!
bring it to me too????
You’re starting to sound like Art. The guy, not the endeavour.
Endeavour class battle cruiser…
Just a might bit dorky… I’m okay with that.
I mean the space ones… so extra dorky
I would like some extra dork on my hamburger, please. Does it come in liquid or powdered form? And in case you’re wondering, I have no idea where I’m going with this.
considering the slang usage of the word dork, that’s good.
Oh no!!!!!!!!!
ouch
Sorry Zoe!
Aww shucks
Or should I say Elmer?
Saw your posts on the other side, by the way. Bravo.
heh heh heh Elmer!
Posts on the other side?
CR’s blog.
ummm…still lost sorry
No worries, I’ll contact you in a different way.
By telepathy???
We Canadians do have that super power.
you talk to the beavers
And sometimes they talk back. It’s funky.
umm…
It’s a bit hard to understand their speech, though, what with the overbite. The Canadian government will soon be putting in a program to provide dental benefits for the beaver population, so all is good. We are highly progressive up here, when it comes to taking care of the teeth of the footsoldiers that we then send flaming into battle. Go Canada!
That is very good to know
I can’t imagine how this would be good to know… unless you want a beaver for a pet, perhaps? Wait, you’re not going to steal our soldiers, are you??? I sense a war a-brewing.
I will trade you a crack squirrel for one…
okay
I didn’t get that either
shuckleberries.
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Did you just become a wasp, or is that the sound of whatever is going on in your head?
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzb
This confirms nothing.
Nor should it.
Hey, my face is a registered work of art… and a historic landmark… and I am very attached to it.
le sigh
oh yeah
oh, my…
I could go either way on this one… HA!!!