Some days I have very little to say here. Then something occurs to me.
And some days, not.
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“Lake Snafu”… There’s gotta be something I can do with THAT name.
Wool. You don’t dress cranky people in wool.
Welcome to 2017, everyone! Thanks for indulging me for a week, there. The weather wasn’t the best for outdoorsy hijinks, though I did put in a link to a silly video, if you scroll down a bit and click on it. I think. I thought I was going to get it to play in a little window… and maybe I will. There’s always a way to do this stuff… I just gotta get it figured out.
Thanks for the Patron that upped his patronage from two bucks to five a month! It’s really appreciated, Mark!! I’ll send you something cool in the mail. You did give Patreon your mailing address? Gotta have one of those to mail things.
So here’s hoping that 2017 is full of fun, and not at all crazy-time.
I dislike being turned away from a public park for private reasons, but it happens. I live in a city with a lot of people. I get it.
But…
Showed up at Stanky Creek one morning to ride my bike only to discover that a race was about to happen. “Oh, foo. Now I gotta drive to my second choice” I thought, when a guy ran up to see if I was there for the race.
No, I told him, I was there for my usual ride. I didn’t know anything about any race.
He looked kinda guilty and started to gabble some crap about “Putting the race on ALL the websites.”
That’s a lot of websites, ain’t it? And apparently, I don’t look at ANY.
I rode in a couple of other parks that day. It’s cool. Races need to happen. But if you’re in charge of a race, just apologize to those who are inconvenienced by them. Don’t try to tell us that we’re not doing our jobs by looking at your website. I don’t know what website you’ve got. It’s better if I go off to my Plan B without some gabble in my ears.
Is everyone getting ready for Christmas? I’m getting new skate shoes.
You can tell they’re mine, because they have extra ankle support and are large enough to fit over an ankle brace, besides.
I figured won’t be much longer that I’ll either have to quit skating or have one of those surgeries where they replace bits of you.
Cyborg Cartoonist. Sounds kinda cool.
It’s true. Most folks do NOT wanna hear what you want, any more than you want to hear what they want. Of course, that’s crazy talk to the average teenager, who knows darn good and well everyone’s running around this planet just dying to know what they think. Secretly, of course.
I’ve gotta do a little more research. You know… about the arrest thing. And where WNBR goes on. And chafing. Gotta know about that.
Yeah, I know… Native American, ‘How’… it’s racist and all. But Kelly wanted to know ‘how’, so…
I’m lazy. But I’ll defend my use of the title.
So, if I was in that Costner movie, my name would have been ‘Lazy With A Fist’.
You know what you should never ever do? Read comics and keep an eye out for exposition pages and panels. You know those panels- the ones where the characters hand you all the Catch-Up Cliff’s Notes for the story you’re in… What’s worse is when you see those movies and TV shows whose creators somehow managed to keep their jobs even though everything seems to be characters either catching you up on things, or saying stuff that just repeats the action you’re seeing anyway. Oh, and commercials? Don’t ever stop to think of all the logical mistakes in advertising’s attempts to convince you to buy anything. It never stands up to scrutiny. Oh, oh, you know what else you can’t do? Read a novel, and pick out how many adverbs and adjectives there are. Oh… My… Head. Also, never read a Larry McMurtry book and wait for him to use any word other than ‘said’ in place of the word ‘said’. You darn near can’t stand to read the book once you spot that. Said, said, said, said, said, said… it’ll just ruin it for you.
So. Don’t do that stuff, for sure.
