It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 10… ***WARNING*** The rest of the posts to follow in this series contain adult sexual themes and images of a silly cartoon nature, and should not be viewed by children, adults, animals, aliens or plants…

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Okay, that one just cracks me up… I find it prehysterical.

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 9… ***WARNING*** The rest of the posts to follow in this series contain adult sexual themes and images of a silly cartoon nature, and should not be viewed by children, adults, animals, aliens or plants…

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I bet the next time I visit, she has a bedspread with a picture of me on it.

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 8… ***WARNING*** The rest of the posts to follow in this series contain adult sexual themes and images of a silly cartoon nature, and should not be viewed by children, adults, animals, aliens or plants…

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It turns out that Scooby Doo got his nickname because Scooby Does! And don’t get me started on Shaggy.

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 7… ***WARNING*** The rest of the posts to follow in this series contain adult sexual themes and images of a silly cartoon nature, and should not be viewed by children, adults, animals, aliens or plants…

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As the party heats up, I find myself wondering three things: Am I going to hell, am I going to get sued by the Disney corporation, and what kind of lingerie do Disney princesses wear?

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 6…

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Okay, that might not look too bad, but that was taken before the party got started… just you wait. Also, keep your kids away from here for a while. Just sayin’.

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A poem for a new friend: Light Dances…

LIGHT DANCES

 

Light dances unseen through the bleak reaches of space, ignoring the darkness, born of the wrath of the spindrift stars. Light strikes the ethereal shield around the earth-mother, tinting the edges of the sky with subtle watercolors. Light throbs with life as it finds things to cast itself upon, coalescing into beams and rays racing each other through the air.  Light peeks above the silhouettes of peak and ridgeline, searching for the low places.

Light dances across meadows, sparkling the dew, waking the night sleepers and sending the day sleepers scampering to their dreams. Light highlights even as it throws shadows, filling furrows or leaping across them, depending upon their orientation.

Light dances on the surface of a bubbling, babbling stream, skipping, gleaming, flittering, giving birth to tiny suns in the beaded spray. Light lands on leaf and branch and stream bank, leaving shade-shapes to play in the air and the water. Light becomes a living thing. Light delights.

Light dances over waving seas of grass in the meadows, and flits among wind-blown shadows. Light runs its fingers down craggy cliff faces, setting crack and protrusion into relief. Light reaches its zenith, and shadows draw in upon themselves, biding their time until they can stretch forth once more. Light flicks the dust most floating on the breeze. Light dapples the forest floor into a moving confusion of misshapen shapes.

Light dances even as it relents, softens, fades, but this is the illusion of light, its magic, for it does none of these things. As it picks up its brushes to color the heavens once again in a never-ending array of masterpieces, it is not giving up one iota of its power… it moves to dance in a new place, leaving this place to prepare for the next day’s dance.

Light dances slowly away. Light lingers, caressing the edge of forever, giving one last playful wink before the dance moves on.

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Okay, so I sometimes write poetry. Not all the time, but now and then. I know that not everyone likes poetry. You might find it boring or even pretentious. I sometimes do, But not always. This ‘silver’ poem is for a new friend I made here on the blog recently. I just opened a new blank page in Word and let the crack squirrels in my head control my fingers.

If anyone is interested, I was thinking about my recent adventure in Yosemite when I was typing this. You can find more of my poems by using the word-cloud thing in my sidebar, I think. I don’t know. I am a computer moron. Somebody helped me set that up.

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The Bay Area Christmas adventure… part 7… let’s talk about presents!

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The first two pictures are of a gift I made for my wife. It is a custom-printed pillow case. On the one side, I took a photo of our daughters, taken at the wedding of my older daughter Jessica, on the left. Mollie is on the right. I added a floral border thing. Now, my wife can sleep surround by the love of our beautiful girls, or just see them when she walks into the bedroom. On the back, well, that is where my artistic genius comes in, because…

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… it is a big old picture of me. Now, if she needs to fluff up here pillow, she turns it over, and pounds the living crap out of me.

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For Mollie, I had a custom tote bag made. On one side is a picture of Mollie and my mom on the London Eye. I added the flag background. My mom, who is now 96, takes all her grandchildren to Europe when they turn 16. My wife and I were lucky to be able to accompany them on this trip. I posted all about it a couple years ago.

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On the reverse side of the tote bag is Mollie in Paris, inside St. Chapelle. I added a French flag. I also used the Photoshop smudge tool to turn the other gawking tourists into swirly works of art. I love that picture. That is a look of pure wonder.

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For my mom, I made a tote bag that was the same as Mollie’s on one side.

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The back is… uh… okay, that is a picture of my mom showing Mollie and my wife the sights of London. She is passing on her love of travel and history to two new generations. The thing is… (hey, thing, where you been?)… my wife does not want to be in the blog, ever, so I had to cover her up. And speaking of covering stuff up, you may notice some flowers and birds in the image. The original photo had a man’s jean-covered butt on the right side, so I covered it with flowers in Photoshop. I covered some person’s arm on the other side in the same way. The birds are covering smudges on the window.

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Okay, this is hard to explain. So, I took a couple of photos and printed them out. On the left is a silhouette of my older daughter, son-in-law, and wife, on the roof of the building in New York where the kids live, looking across the East River at the lights of Manhattan, from our New York trip that I just finished posting about yesterday. The other is a photo was taken on Maui, as my wife and I renewed our vows on our second honeymoon. I posted all about that trip as well. Go down there in the basement and do some digging! I smudged my wife out for the post, not in the actual picture.

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It is hard to tell with the lights of my mom’s living room reflecting off the glass, but I built little boxes, and inside, I put Christmas light ornaments. Let me see if I can get a better shot.

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Still hard to tell, but for that one, I covered the back of the photo with aluminum foil, then poked a needle through all the individual lights. When you turn it on, the lights really light up.

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For that picture, I used colored lights, and it makes the sky glow in all kinds of colors. I know, I am a romantic fool, but what can I say, I love my little blue blob!

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And what did I get? Some awesome stuff.

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Is that…???

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Why yes, yes it is. I can now take pictures from above myself!

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Also, I am totally going to start a podcast. As soon as I figure out how… and get over this nasty cold.

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So, about my post that has 45,047 comments…

Visit it. It is right over there, at the top of the sidebar on the right.

I do not suggest that you visit the comment post for my own benefit. Everyone should go there. You can vent, you can rant and rave, make friends, make points, make mischief, make waves, make someone’s day, make declarations and proclamations, make a fuss, make a scene, make a fool of yourself… or someone else, make suggestions, make mountains out of molehills, make this a better world, make up your mind, make a commitment, make a decision, and even make a place for yourself in history. Hell, you can even make a grilled cheese sandwich. As far as I know, nobody has shared recipes in here, so make my day and make a meal!

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There, I tried to make a link to get you there. Did it work? I am a computer moron, after all.

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 5…

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I mean, I feel bad, but they are tastier than turkey… just sayin’…

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It turns out that cartoon me is kind of a jerk… part 4…

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