Do you remember your first favorite song? If so, what was it? Oh Yeah… From the first album I ever bought, One Of These Nights. Classic. Still one of my all time favorite songs.
What do you refuse to eat? Brussel Sprouts, Cauliflower, Lima Beans, Sushi (although I tried a couple California rolls wrapped in seaweed in Oz…)
Have you ever injected any kind of drug before? Never.
Do amusement park rides make you sick? Nope, bring ‘em on!
Who is your favorite Star Wars character? Anakin Skywalker in parts two and three. Watching him turn to the dark side was a trip.
What kind of cheese do you put on your sandwiches? Swiss or provolone. Sometimes Pepperjack.
What was the first thing you ever learned how to cook? Fried bologna sandwiches. Used to love them, can’t touch one now…
Did you ever collect beanie babies? No, but my daughter did, I have two big containers full out in the garage right now.
When was the last time you got a haircut? Hahahahaha, many years ago. Nowdays I just use a trimmer every couple weeks to cut what little is left.
Have you ever been to a bachelor/bachelorette party? Nope.
Where are you most ticklish on your body? Only a couple people know and I’m not telling…
Have you ever bailed anyone out of jail? No.
What’s the last board game you played? Either Scrabble or Monopoly with Kimba.
Do you still own any VHS tapes? Just some homemade ones that have been converted onto DVD as well.
Do you shop at JC Penny’s ever? Sure, they have some cool clothes there.
If there was a real Jurassic Park, would you visit it? Pass, those velociraptors creep me out!
Do you ever read the newspaper? Rarely, I get all my news on my personalised homepage.
Do you eat your mac & cheese with a fork or a spoon? Fork. And I like to pick up the mac with the prongs of the fork…
Is there any medicine/pill you take everyday? Yes, A triglyceride medication, and low dose blood pressure med, although I’m not really sure I need it anymore…
How many 20 dollar bills do you have on you right now? One.
Would you do meth if it was legalized? Fuck NO, that shit will kill you…
Are you afraid others will judge you from reading some of your answers to the survey questions? Nope, and if they did? Fuck ‘em…
Do you think Obama will be assassinated? I hope not, but I’m sure someone will try.
Have you ever made out with someone and then never saw them again? No. But I’d do it if someone’s in the mood… anyone?
Do you drink egg nog? Yuk.
What are you wearing? Dark grey T shirt, light grey sweat pants. Soon to be doffed as I’m headed to bed! G’night!
Do you remember your first favorite song? If so, what was it? Oh Yeah… From the first album I ever bought, One Of These Nights. Classic. Still one of my all time favorite songs.
What do you refuse to eat? Brussel Sprouts, Cauliflower, Lima Beans, Sushi (although I tried a couple California rolls wrapped in seaweed in Oz…)
Have you ever injected any kind of drug before? Never.
Do amusement park rides make you sick? Nope, bring ‘em on!
Who is your favorite Star Wars character? Anakin Skywalker in parts two and three. Watching him turn to the dark side was a trip.
What kind of cheese do you put on your sandwiches? Swiss or provolone. Sometimes Pepperjack.
What was the first thing you ever learned how to cook? Fried bologna sandwiches. Used to love them, can’t touch one now…
Did you ever collect beanie babies? No, but my daughter did, I have two big containers full out in the garage right now.
When was the last time you got a haircut? Hahahahaha, many years ago. Nowdays I just use a trimmer every couple weeks to cut what little is left.
Have you ever been to a bachelor/bachelorette party? Nope.
Where are you most ticklish on your body? Only a couple people know and I’m not telling…
Have you ever bailed anyone out of jail? No.
What’s the last board game you played? Either Scrabble or Monopoly with Kimba.
Do you still own any VHS tapes? Just some homemade ones that have been converted onto DVD as well.
Do you shop at JC Penny’s ever? Sure, they have some cool clothes there.
If there was a real Jurassic Park, would you visit it? Pass, those velociraptors creep me out!
Do you ever read the newspaper? Rarely, I get all my news on my personalised homepage.
Do you eat your mac & cheese with a fork or a spoon? Fork. And I like to pick up the mac with the prongs of the fork…
Is there any medicine/pill you take everyday? Yes, A triglyceride medication, and low dose blood pressure med, although I’m not really sure I need it anymore…
How many 20 dollar bills do you have on you right now? One.
Would you do meth if it was legalized? Fuck NO, that shit will kill you…
Are you afraid others will judge you from reading some of your answers to the survey questions? Nope, and if they did? Fuck ‘em…
Do you think Obama will be assassinated? I hope not, but I’m sure someone will try.
Have you ever made out with someone and then never saw them again? No. But I’d do it if someone’s in the mood… anyone?
Do you drink egg nog? Yuk.
What are you wearing? Dark grey T shirt, light grey sweat pants. Soon to be doffed as I’m headed to bed! G’night!
Well here it is Thanksgiving, and I’m spending it happily alone. I might see the guys later this evening, but I don’t know for sure. But I am very content this morning with my traditional raspberry danish and coffee as I watch part of the always cheesy (to me at least) Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. Last night (well 1am this morning actually) before I went to sleep I dragged the laptop onto my bed to enjoy some “entertainment” I found on Fantasti.cc (links are NSFW) I’ve never been big on porn, but once in a while I’ll find an interesting piece, and last night I found a good 35 minute video involving some MFF action. If you’re wondering why I’m SO content this morning, this will explain why…
After thoroughly enjoying the video, I headed over to my microstock site and found an email waiting for me there with some interesting news. On my two microstock sites I have now sold 159 photos and 2 more with extended licences allowing for up to 100 photos to be printed from each licence. But I’ve never known where any of my photos have been used before, until now. Another iStocker spotted one of my photos in the latest issue of Mother Earth News magazine! Very cool… I plan to spend part of this evening in my new office working on my photos, and starting tomorrow, I will be working 40 hours a week minimum on my photography business, and having found this out just adds fuel to my fire…
This time last year I was not celebrating Thanksgiving, but enjoying a few days living on a houseboat in Mildura, Victoria, 4 or so hours north of Melbourne. It was very nice, warm, and dry, except for when we were swimming in the river, heh. A far cry from the cloudy, 31F (-.5C) day I’m having here right now.
The national election was taking place and I remember Kimba, I, and the puppeteer who was staying on the boat with us getting very drunk in celebration. I have some great photos should I ever need to blackmail Kimba from that night… Or I suppose I could sell them to the highest bidder here…hmmm. Anyway, here’s a few shots I took that day.
Yesterday I bought some fixings for a little Thanksgiving meal for myself this evening, and instead of a whole bird, I bought some thick sliced turkey steaks to fix up. I’ll be cooking in the kitchen after I get back from the traditional mid day movie. The choice this year was easy:
I’ll try to not get too homesick for my adopted country…
Well here it is Thanksgiving, and I’m spending it happily alone. I might see the guys later this evening, but I don’t know for sure. But I am very content this morning with my traditional raspberry danish and coffee as I watch part of the always cheesy (to me at least) Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. Last night (well 1am this morning actually) before I went to sleep I dragged the laptop onto my bed to enjoy some “entertainment” I found on Fantasti.cc (links are NSFW) I’ve never been big on porn, but once in a while I’ll find an interesting piece, and last night I found a good 35 minute video involving some MFF action. If you’re wondering why I’m SO content this morning, this will explain why…
After thoroughly enjoying the video, I headed over to my microstock site and found an email waiting for me there with some interesting news. On my two microstock sites I have now sold 159 photos and 2 more with extended licences allowing for up to 100 photos to be printed from each licence. But I’ve never known where any of my photos have been used before, until now. Another iStocker spotted one of my photos in the latest issue of Mother Earth News magazine! Very cool… I plan to spend part of this evening in my new office working on my photos, and starting tomorrow, I will be working 40 hours a week minimum on my photography business, and having found this out just adds fuel to my fire…
This time last year I was not celebrating Thanksgiving, but enjoying a few days living on a houseboat in Mildura, Victoria, 4 or so hours north of Melbourne. It was very nice, warm, and dry, except for when we were swimming in the river, heh. A far cry from the cloudy, 31F (-.5C) day I’m having here right now.
The national election was taking place and I remember Kimba, I, and the puppeteer who was staying on the boat with us getting very drunk in celebration. I have some great photos should I ever need to blackmail Kimba from that night… Or I suppose I could sell them to the highest bidder here…hmmm. Anyway, here’s a few shots I took that day.
Yesterday I bought some fixings for a little Thanksgiving meal for myself this evening, and instead of a whole bird, I bought some thick sliced turkey steaks to fix up. I’ll be cooking in the kitchen after I get back from the traditional mid day movie. The choice this year was easy:
I’ll try to not get too homesick for my adopted country…
I read a series of posts over at Spiky’s place last night that made me think.
I know, dangerous…
Anyway, she was hosting another blogger’s last posts, since he had shut his blog down when his wife discovered it and was none too happy about it. His name is Mike and he talked about how addicted he had become to blogging, to the point of ignoring his family and more.
At the end of his last post he wrote: So good bye, my bloggy friends, and good luck with whatever it is that you are seeking here that you cannot find in the ‘real life’. I hope you find it… I will miss you. It’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real. And I’m going back to the real.
I can understand Mike’s point of view somewhat, that what we have here and how we interact doesn’t come across as real to some people. We can’t immediately reach out and hug that person who is feeling down or depressed, or shake hands with a new acquaintance or old friend and go share a pint at the neighborhood pub. And for some like him, it was too easy easy to flirt and fantasize about being with another female blogger. And that’s a slippery slope to go down when you’re married.
But as most of my long time readers know, my situation is different. Blogging was the therapy I used in dealing with my wife’s death, and it has become my social network as well. I met a woman I ended up living with for 8 months through blogging. I have now met 18 other bloggers in real life (several multiple times), and consider them all friends. I called one for moral support the day I threw my daughter out of my house, and I’ve had long chats online with friends as far away as Hong Kong, Australia, and the UK. Another friend called me the other day when she broke up with her boyfriend, and then again when they got back together. Yet another wrote me yesterday asking for help in posting videos to her blog. We support each other at the low points in our lives, and cheer at the highs. We laugh, cry, worry, help, support, and care. We’re a community of the electronic age, which just means the rules are a little different.
I know it some point down the road I will have to stop posting as much. When I find the “one” (I like using that line), when my business hopefully makes me busier, I may not have the time, or desire, to do this as often as I do now. It makes me sad to think about, because I don’t want to lose touch with everyone I’ve met, but that happens in real life, so of course it will here too.
But what I’ve been thinking about all evening is what Mike wrote about when he said people here are seeking something that they can’t find “in real life”.
Are we all looking for something here we can’t get elsewhere? Maybe some are, I don’t know…
All I do know is that I found exactly what I needed here. And it’s been the best thing that has happened to me in the past two years. And it’s been very very real for me…
My friend Maria did this first, then Kate, and just after I finished it, I saw Kimba had done it as well. It has been forming in my mind for a couple days now and I had to put it down on electronic paper. Actually I’ve thought about it off and on since the first time I ever heard the song last year…
Dear Tracie,
I will never forget the feeling I had having my parents drive us to the freshman dance at the pavilion in Newport, and listening to my mom talk about her childhood growing up there. I swore then I wouldn’t go to another dance until I could drive myself, a promise I kept. I don’t remember much about the dance other than the awkwardness of the whole evening. It didn’t help to find out a few weeks later that you only went with me to try and make an old boyfriend jealous enough to come back to you, and it worked. But finding out just a year ago that you both found each other again after 25 years was nice, I’m glad I may have had a small part in that after all. Happy endings are rare.
Dear Abra,
Had I only known what you were really offering me that afternoon in your bedroom and if you had said me anything to help my naïve young self figure it out, who knows what might have happened? I never knew how much you felt for me until six years later when you dragged your Goth boyfriend into the store I worked at to say you were leaving California with him, and I realised you were rubbing it into my face that this could have been me. I’ve thought of you a few times throughout my life and wondered how you’ve been.
Dear Sue,
I’m sorry I lead you on and treated you so shitty, it truly shamed me for years thinking about it, but in the end it made me a better man. And sorry that you married a man who physically beat you and your daughter, and but glad that you finally found the courage to leave him. I’m sorry my friend Mike and I called your father (my school counselor) those names; we were stupid high school jerks then. But as an adult now, I still am unhappy that he didn’t provide decent education counseling to me all these years ago. I hope you’ve found the happiness you always deserved, because you were a sweet girl, and so nice to kiss.
Dear Lynn,
We’ve been through a lot of life haven’t we? It’s weird when I come to visit you and Mike to think we used to date when you were 14 and I was 16, and I know you do too when we’ve talked about it. I’m glad Mike pursued you after we broke up, and even had asked me if I didn’t mind him doing so. Thank you for being there for me and my family when Kathy was dying, having you and your oldest daughter stay with us meant so much. I’m glad you’re still part of my life.
Dear Tracie,
Thank you for asking me to the Sadie Hawkins dance that October at Disneyland, to make up for how you treated me before. I will never forget that night, and how we slowed danced to almost every song and just kissed and kissed and kissed. I still have that piece of cloth from your white dress with the red polka dots that you gave me.
Dear Christa,
Where do I start with you? My god, so many memories. Early morning registration at Harbor, the dance at the Queen Mary, making out in my car on spyglass hill and getting busted by the cops. And that night by my old elementary school, the first time I ever felt a woman’s breasts. I know what you wanted that night, and why I just didn’t let it happen I will never know, and it’s one of my big what ifs in life. I’m sorry I used my sister to break up with you, that was chickenshit of me I know. And then later to find out the reason I broke up with you was caused by your anti-seizure medication, well if I had known that beforehand, things would have been different for us. Why didn’t you ever tell me? My last memory of us though? Crying so hard at Matthew’s funeral, my god that was a horrible time. I’m truly sorry life has been so hard for you. You will never know how many fantasies of mine were fueled by thoughts of you and I on your soft white canopy bed, for years after.
Dear Shari,
You were the first and only woman I have ever felt an instant connection with, one I still remember to this day. Why did you have to live in Portland then? Why didn’t I break things off with Kathy and move there when I was 19? You will never know how much I thought about doing that. I know you felt that connection too, because you’ve followed my life through my parents just like I did through yours. I’m sorry your first marriage failed and you couldn’t have children because of your illness. But I’m glad you have the love of a good man now and you look very happy with him. But you will always be my biggest what if.
Dear Kathy,
What do I say that I haven’t already said? We spent almost 30 years together, and I feel like it ended like a Greek tragedy. I’m sorry I could never make you happy in the end, god knows I tried. I’m sorry you never could deal with the sexual abuse you suffered at your grandfather’s hand, and that you could never get the help you needed to overcome it. We had many good times; great times, and raised two wonderful children together. I promised you things on your death bed, and I’ve tried to live up to them. I will work on remembering the good times from now on, and put the past in the past. I hope you’ve finally found the peace I know you were always looking for.
Dear Bobbie,
You have always been there for me, and I for you. You and Kathy have been the only two women I have ever shown all my vulnerabilities to. I love you in a way that transcends anything sexual or relationship wise. At one time I wished the timing had been different, so I could have pursued you instead of (or beside) Don. But I realise now you were never the one for me in that way. I wish you nothing but happiness, and if Don starts slacking off, call me and I’ll come down there and kick his sorry ass, ok?
Dear Kimba,
What do I say to the woman who has been one of the biggest influences in my life? Thank you for being there and for teaching me so much, more than you’ll ever know. I know we had a most usual relationship and yet it worked for us, for a time. We were good for each other, at a point in our lives where at least I needed it, and I think you did too. I know you think I couldn’t love you because of my circumstances but you were wrong on that count, I did, and part of me still does and always will. I have this wonderful image of you when you would do that little double take thing and flash your beautiful smile at me. So. Fucking. Cute. Take good care of Taz, and find a good man that will serve you breakfast in bed and treat you like the princess you are. And never forget Marlo. (and yes damn it, I had tears in my eyes as I wrote this too…)
Dear Sheila,
I’m so sorry life has been hard on you, and you’re so unhappy with your lot in it. You have suffered more heartbreak and cruelty than anyone I’ve ever met, but I wasn’t the one who fell in love with you while living in Australia, and if you’re honest with yourself you know why you wanted me so badly. I couldn’t be the one to save you. I should have never come down there to visit you that weekend, I knew better, and had an inkling that it might turn out the way it did. And even though I let you bed me and was honest with you before hand about it not making a relationship, I felt dirty afterwards and I have promised myself to never let that happen again. I tried to break it off gently in the subsequent weeks but after your racist remarks I had to just stop talking to you. I hope you find some help with a counselor, you truly need it. But whenever I visit my wife’s grave, I will always check your little boy’s too and straighten up the toys on it, because I know you don’t get to see it very often.
Dear Karen,
Even though we only had about a month together, it was nice getting to be with you, and you made me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt before. I would have been willing to give us more of a shot had you been too, but I understand your need to care for your mom right now. Take time for you though, and think of me when you drink that wine…
My friend Maria did this first, then Kate, and just after I finished it, I saw Kimba had done it as well. It has been forming in my mind for a couple days now and I had to put it down on electronic paper. Actually I’ve thought about it off and on since the first time I ever heard the song last year…
Dear Tracie,
I will never forget the feeling I had having my parents drive us to the freshman dance at the pavilion in Newport, and listening to my mom talk about her childhood growing up there. I swore then I wouldn’t go to another dance until I could drive myself, a promise I kept. I don’t remember much about the dance other than the awkwardness of the whole evening. It didn’t help to find out a few weeks later that you only went with me to try and make an old boyfriend jealous enough to come back to you, and it worked. But finding out just a year ago that you both found each other again after 25 years was nice, I’m glad I may have had a small part in that after all. Happy endings are rare.
Dear Abra,
Had I only known what you were really offering me that afternoon in your bedroom and if you had said me anything to help my naïve young self figure it out, who knows what might have happened? I never knew how much you felt for me until six years later when you dragged your Goth boyfriend into the store I worked at to say you were leaving California with him, and I realised you were rubbing it into my face that this could have been me. I’ve thought of you a few times throughout my life and wondered how you’ve been.
Dear Sue,
I’m sorry I lead you on and treated you so shitty, it truly shamed me for years thinking about it, but in the end it made me a better man. And sorry that you married a man who physically beat you and your daughter, and but glad that you finally found the courage to leave him. I’m sorry my friend Mike and I called your father (my school counselor) those names; we were stupid high school jerks then. But as an adult now, I still am unhappy that he didn’t provide decent education counseling to me all these years ago. I hope you’ve found the happiness you always deserved, because you were a sweet girl, and so nice to kiss.
Dear Lynn,
We’ve been through a lot of life haven’t we? It’s weird when I come to visit you and Mike to think we used to date when you were 14 and I was 16, and I know you do too when we’ve talked about it. I’m glad Mike pursued you after we broke up, and even had asked me if I didn’t mind him doing so. Thank you for being there for me and my family when Kathy was dying, having you and your oldest daughter stay with us meant so much. I’m glad you’re still part of my life.
Dear Tracie,
Thank you for asking me to the Sadie Hawkins dance that October at Disneyland, to make up for how you treated me before. I will never forget that night, and how we slowed danced to almost every song and just kissed and kissed and kissed. I still have that piece of cloth from your white dress with the red polka dots that you gave me.
Dear Christa,
Where do I start with you? My god, so many memories. Early morning registration at Harbor, the dance at the Queen Mary, making out in my car on spyglass hill and getting busted by the cops. And that night by my old elementary school, the first time I ever felt a woman’s breasts. I know what you wanted that night, and why I just didn’t let it happen I will never know, and it’s one of my big what ifs in life. I’m sorry I used my sister to break up with you, that was chickenshit of me I know. And then later to find out the reason I broke up with you was caused by your anti-seizure medication, well if I had known that beforehand, things would have been different for us. Why didn’t you ever tell me? My last memory of us though? Crying so hard at Matthew’s funeral, my god that was a horrible time. I’m truly sorry life has been so hard for you. You will never know how many fantasies of mine were fueled by thoughts of you and I on your soft white canopy bed, for years after.
Dear Shari,
You were the first and only woman I have ever felt an instant connection with, one I still remember to this day. Why did you have to live in Portland then? Why didn’t I break things off with Kathy and move there when I was 19? You will never know how much I thought about doing that. I know you felt that connection too, because you’ve followed my life through my parents just like I did through yours. I’m sorry your first marriage failed and you couldn’t have children because of your illness. But I’m glad you have the love of a good man now and you look very happy with him. But you will always be my biggest what if.
Dear Kathy,
What do I say that I haven’t already said? We spent almost 30 years together, and I feel like it ended like a Greek tragedy. I’m sorry I could never make you happy in the end, god knows I tried. I’m sorry you never could deal with the sexual abuse you suffered at your grandfather’s hand, and that you could never get the help you needed to overcome it. We had many good times; great times, and raised two wonderful children together. I promised you things on your death bed, and I’ve tried to live up to them. I will work on remembering the good times from now on, and put the past in the past. I hope you’ve finally found the peace I know you were always looking for.
Dear Bobbie,
You have always been there for me, and I for you. You and Kathy have been the only two women I have ever shown all my vulnerabilities to. I love you in a way that transcends anything sexual or relationship wise. At one time I wished the timing had been different, so I could have pursued you instead of (or beside) Don. But I realise now you were never the one for me in that way. I wish you nothing but happiness, and if Don starts slacking off, call me and I’ll come down there and kick his sorry ass, ok?
Dear Kimba,
What do I say to the woman who has been one of the biggest influences in my life? Thank you for being there and for teaching me so much, more than you’ll ever know. I know we had a most usual relationship and yet it worked for us, for a time. We were good for each other, at a point in our lives where at least I needed it, and I think you did too. I know you think I couldn’t love you because of my circumstances but you were wrong on that count, I did, and part of me still does and always will. I have this wonderful image of you when you would do that little double take thing and flash your beautiful smile at me. So. Fucking. Cute. Take good care of Taz, and find a good man that will serve you breakfast in bed and treat you like the princess you are. And never forget Marlo. (and yes damn it, I had tears in my eyes as I wrote this too…)
Dear Sheila,
I’m so sorry life has been hard on you, and you’re so unhappy with your lot in it. You have suffered more heartbreak and cruelty than anyone I’ve ever met, but I wasn’t the one who fell in love with you while living in Australia, and if you’re honest with yourself you know why you wanted me so badly. I couldn’t be the one to save you. I should have never come down there to visit you that weekend, I knew better, and had an inkling that it might turn out the way it did. And even though I let you bed me and was honest with you before hand about it not making a relationship, I felt dirty afterwards and I have promised myself to never let that happen again. I tried to break it off gently in the subsequent weeks but after your racist remarks I had to just stop talking to you. I hope you find some help with a counselor, you truly need it. But whenever I visit my wife’s grave, I will always check your little boy’s too and straighten up the toys on it, because I know you don’t get to see it very often.
Dear Karen,
Even though we only had about a month together, it was nice getting to be with you, and you made me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt before. I would have been willing to give us more of a shot had you been too, but I understand your need to care for your mom right now. Take time for you though, and think of me when you drink that wine…
Mmmm, you know sometimes I should just shut up, or better yet, not talk write. Or maybe just listen to my heart/head/friends more.
Just last Tuesday I wrote regarding Karen: Will I still try one more time? I think so, she’s worth it, but I’m not holding out hope…I plan to go down right after Christmas and spend the New Year holiday with her, and so far she hasn’t told me no…
What I didn’t write then was that I had called and left a voice mail on her phone for the second time that day. And she never returned my calls. So that is that. I’m not going to keep calling her back, fuck that. Moving on.
Then I wrote about how busy I am with everything, getting settled back in after basically being gone for 15 months, and I really don’t have time for dating right now.
Yeah, right.
Fuck that too…
I put up a ad on Craigslist just for the hell of it, and figured if any women were interested I could see what happens. I didn’t really expect anything, having read about how it’s overrun with spam bots trying to get you to sign up to dating sites and no real people reading the ads. So I was surprised to get several replies, and one in particular that caught my eye. And tonight I found myself sitting in a Starbucks in Spokane having a nice chat with her until we closed the place, and next weekend we’re going to go out on a date…
Huh, how about that?
Maybe I should stop letting my own insecurities about never finding someone again get the best of me. Maybe I should listen to everyone who has told me I’m a great catch, a nice guy, and will have lots of woman wanting to date me.
Could it be they’re right, and I’m wrong?
Wow, what a concept.
Oh, and BTW, the ad is staying up. I have to keep my options open, right?
Here’s the latest artwork now on my upper right arm. I was thinking of making it a contest to see who would get what it is first, but considering all my Australian readers and the fact the southern cross constellation is on their flag, it would have been a short lived contest…
I’m still thinking of adding one more element to it, down in the left hand corner, and had I had this drawing with me on Thursday it would be there now:
Not many know who Miffy is here in the states, and as it’s already been pointed out to me by the one I’d be getting it in memory of, I’d probably be the only 49 year old male in the entire US with one. But that’s OK, I’ve never been one to go with the crowd, and when talking to my tattooist about my worries in explaining it to future girlfriends, he told me about one of his favorite quotes, by the late actress Katherine Hepburn: Never complain, never explain. Works for me.
Have a good weekend all, I’ll be over at my son’s place for an early thanksgiving dinner tonight. I’ll be the one bringing the green bean casserole and apple pie…
Here’s the latest artwork now on my upper right arm. I was thinking of making it a contest to see who would get what it is first, but considering all my Australian readers and the fact the southern cross constellation is on their flag, it would have been a short lived contest…
I’m still thinking of adding one more element to it, down in the left hand corner, and had I had this drawing with me on Thursday it would be there now:
Not many know who Miffy is here in the states, and as it’s already been pointed out to me by the one I’d be getting it in memory of, I’d probably be the only 49 year old male in the entire US with one. But that’s OK, I’ve never been one to go with the crowd, and when talking to my tattooist about my worries in explaining it to future girlfriends, he told me about one of his favorite quotes, by the late actress Katherine Hepburn: Never complain, never explain. Works for me.
Have a good weekend all, I’ll be over at my son’s place for an early thanksgiving dinner tonight. I’ll be the one bringing the green bean casserole and apple pie…
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