Monday

I apologize to all of those (one or two people) that have visited my blog in the past year, for me not having anything new. I know how all two or three of you ( I know I just up-ed it by one) rely on my posting to uplift and inspire. If I were a true friend I would be more outgoing and post more often. The truth be told, I am not really as hip and cool as you all believe me to be, but I insure you I have what it takes to go to heaven, even if I am atheist. And I want to thank Rodd for removing my link from his blog. Through the tears of rejection, I understand... really I do. And to all of those people who act as though they are really supportive - ok there arent any- thanks for coming to Exotic Art Show. Although I cant remember much of it, it was somewhat displeasing to find that the fellow artists that I respect the most, failed to show up. But, do not fret, for there is an opportunity to make amends by attending the closing of the show on Friday March 14. If you dont go, I will hate you forever... well, at least for a brief moment.

Tuesday

DEAD!

Robert Comer pronounced dead at 10:08 mountain time, this morning 5/22/07. Death by lethal injection at Florence prison. His last words "Go Raiders" ( yeah, like thats gonna help) I wonder if he enjoyed his fried okra and banana bread last night.

This is a fine picture of the lovely town of Florence as seen through my bug spattered windshied (and super high quality cell phone camera) approximately 2 hours before.

Ah. What a nice day for a drive past the local death-house.

Monday

Stupid commercial

How come when ever I hear a Chronic Car Audio commercial on the radio I want to vomit?
The narrator sounds like either a 12 year old kid just starting to hit puberty (and the commercial sounds as if it was written by the same) ...or, he is a she with an identity problem. Typically I envision a 20 year old butch dike with her breasts taped down and a sock in her pants, trying to pass for a male. Lets not forget the "Mary Jane" character who is probably being performed by somebody's semi-attractive girlfriend who thinks her looks will naturally translate to radio. Her voice is deeper than the "guy's" voice but is still trying to sound sexy and she is too stupid to realize that the dude has no balls. And how many pathetic marijauna REFERences does one really need in a car radio ad any way?
OK, so the ad got my attention. I will be sure to never shop there... to be blunt.