Great Blue Frog and the Snake (sent by Rush Limbaugh)
ZZYZX, CALIFORNIA
Mosaic Eggs by California Artist, Farrell Hamann
"Unique Collection" The J. Paul Getty Museum
Dressed in fig leaves
The Great Blue Frog plays with marble toys
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Great Blue Frog uses his "bug light" to Attract bugs!
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24/7 Frog
Daughter bought us a little Go phone because she thinks we need one. Now I have to figure out how the damn thing works. Currently we have a landline and that feels like enough.
Stupid on/off switch on my little camera finally went but I managed to fix it myself. I can turn it on with a bit of plastic tube. Fuker shocked my 3 times, one shock was fairly strong. Capacitor discharge? Like being tased I suppose.
Also in the news: Congressman Justin Amash R-Michigan voted to take the word "LUNATIC" out of some federal thing or other... fancy that! Why, because he's a lunatic and trying to dodge being called one? Hey, Justin, you're a lunatic! Amash not alone on this vote, wonder who sponsored it.
Speaking (writing) of lunatics, I'd joke that the eerie wail you heard during the Presidential campaign was not the lonely loon calling across the lake to another loon... it was Mandibles Mitt Romney out in his backyard burying his underwear yet again, called on the crazy stuff he'd pull out of his ass. Couldn't let the housekeeper find his underwear! Uncharming anecdote related to this is when, to my horror, I caught my French girlfriend and her mom leaning on their cistern doing laundry and comparing my underwear with that of his adult brother Jean Pierre the Professor. Evidently, I passed. Whew!
Once I innocently told a girl that I could pull down her underwear with my back feet! That's how it came out, sort of an mirror image of anthropomorphic or something.. Note: this was not my Alaskan native girlfriend who'd look you right in the eye and say: "How does it feel to want?"
Lengthy writing here because I am, uncharacteristically feeling sorry for myself and need to blurt things out. Can't find an art patron, think this must involve leaving the studio. Also, Max, my friend in South Africa refused to teach me to say, in Zulu, what time does your husband get home? He thinks this bit of knowledge could get me killed.
Killed? Hah! Already my life feels like I'm blindfolded in the Serengeti with 50 lbs of catfood chained to my back!
Daughter bought us a little Go phone because she thinks we need one. Now I have to figure out how the damn thing works. Currently we have a landline and that feels like enough.
Stupid on/off switch on my little camera finally went but I managed to fix it myself. I can turn it on with a bit of plastic tube. Fuker shocked my 3 times, one shock was fairly strong. Capacitor discharge? Like being tased I suppose.
Also in the news: Congressman Justin Amash R-Michigan voted to take the word "LUNATIC" out of some federal thing or other... fancy that! Why, because he's a lunatic and trying to dodge being called one? Hey, Justin, you're a lunatic! Amash not alone on this vote, wonder who sponsored it.
Speaking (writing) of lunatics, I'd joke that the eerie wail you heard during the Presidential campaign was not the lonely loon calling across the lake to another loon... it was Mandibles Mitt Romney out in his backyard burying his underwear yet again, called on the crazy stuff he'd pull out of his ass. Couldn't let the housekeeper find his underwear! Uncharming anecdote related to this is when, to my horror, I caught my French girlfriend and her mom leaning on their cistern doing laundry and comparing my underwear with that of his adult brother Jean Pierre the Professor. Evidently, I passed. Whew!
Once I innocently told a girl that I could pull down her underwear with my back feet! That's how it came out, sort of an mirror image of anthropomorphic or something.. Note: this was not my Alaskan native girlfriend who'd look you right in the eye and say: "How does it feel to want?"
Lengthy writing here because I am, uncharacteristically feeling sorry for myself and need to blurt things out. Can't find an art patron, think this must involve leaving the studio. Also, Max, my friend in South Africa refused to teach me to say, in Zulu, what time does your husband get home? He thinks this bit of knowledge could get me killed.
Killed? Hah! Already my life feels like I'm blindfolded in the Serengeti with 50 lbs of catfood chained to my back!
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I want to know why Karl Rove, Newt Gingrich, Rush Limbaugh all look like grubs! Why? Some weird kind of genotype of people who would sell out their country for a penny-farthing? The all remind me a bit of the creeps at the library or coffee shops that stare at my wife when I'm not around. Do they all have a special handshake or password when they meet out in public and pass coded info. among themselves?
Far as I can tell, they are only good at ducking out of useful work and eating other people's chickens.
All remind me of when I lived in Santa Barbara and wanted something from Nancy Reagan's top aid. He was eating lunch at the hotel where her office was. I wanted something and he said no. I had been invited over there on art related business so I was not pleased. Guy was gobbling fried chicken up like he hadn't eaten a meal in weeks! With nothing to lose, I pointed out that maybe eating like that, he was going to kill himself and all his staff laughed. Then he said, "OK" and I got my way. Very curious and he had that same look!
Propaganda/Goebbels
Below: A list of Congressmen with really, really bad voting records when it comes to conservation, all from Texas: #TX
Rep. Sam Johnson
John A. Culberson
Kevin P. Brady
Michael K. Conaway
Mac Thornberry
Randy Neugebauer
Pete Olson
Kenny E. Marchant
Michael C. Burgess
John R. Carter
Pete Sessions.
Please vote the above creeps out of office.. I know that I missed some.. where is that: Terror Baby dude? These are assholes who don't give a crap about the State of Texas.
Above: Instead of a normal cowboy hat, I had to wear the stupid Kaiser Wilhelm II damn helmet in Old Louisville, Colorado!
Old Louisville Colorado and Crabapples
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I want to know why Karl Rove, Newt Gingrich, Rush Limbaugh all look like grubs! Why? Some weird kind of genotype of people who would sell out their country for a penny-farthing? The all remind me a bit of the creeps at the library or coffee shops that stare at my wife when I'm not around. Do they all have a special handshake or password when they meet out in public and pass coded info. among themselves?
Far as I can tell, they are only good at ducking out of useful work and eating other people's chickens.
All remind me of when I lived in Santa Barbara and wanted something from Nancy Reagan's top aid. He was eating lunch at the hotel where her office was. I wanted something and he said no. I had been invited over there on art related business so I was not pleased. Guy was gobbling fried chicken up like he hadn't eaten a meal in weeks! With nothing to lose, I pointed out that maybe eating like that, he was going to kill himself and all his staff laughed. Then he said, "OK" and I got my way. Very curious and he had that same look!
Propaganda/Goebbels
Below: A list of Congressmen with really, really bad voting records when it comes to conservation, all from Texas: #TX
Rep. Sam Johnson
John A. Culberson
Kevin P. Brady
Michael K. Conaway
Mac Thornberry
Randy Neugebauer
Pete Olson
Kenny E. Marchant
Michael C. Burgess
John R. Carter
Pete Sessions.
Please vote the above creeps out of office.. I know that I missed some.. where is that: Terror Baby dude? These are assholes who don't give a crap about the State of Texas.
Above: Instead of a normal cowboy hat, I had to wear the stupid Kaiser Wilhelm II damn helmet in Old Louisville, Colorado!
Old Louisville Colorado and Crabapples
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