Seems like every time I visit this blog to say something, I’m trying to explain why I haven’t been around. While you may wanna know, and I know you’d love to be in my business and whatnot, I’m afraid to tell you there’s nothing to tell you that you’d be all that interested in. Truth be told to the third power, I ain’t all that interested in what’s going on with me either.
I’ve been so tired and as we speak, I’m suffering a cough that’d make you kick your mama and sock your daddy in the right eye. Should you actually go off and do a fool-crazy thing as that, send me a video, folks. I do have rare occasions to watch foolishness. While it may be an unhealthy break from reality, any kinda break is alright with me. Okay?
Let me also add that I’ve been trying to get to this blog but I got real side-tracked. The fact of the matter is I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t. I went to the pharmacy to get this issue medicated but there’s no cure for not knowing how to find your blog. Neither is there a pill, patch or shot for coming up with what to say on the blog once you get there. I was like, Lordy mercy, whatever is a discombobulated southern belle to do? The answer never did come to me, so I decided to take a nap, folks. You know, sometimes, you think better when you’re sleeping…yelling at your neighbors from your front porch…eating syrup sammitches or fish and grits for breakfast…plucking a chicken…You know, it’s a southern thing. I hope you understand.
I went to see The Butler. I don’t wanna tell you what to do but you should go see it too. For awhile, I was going to see a lotta movies and finally, I got to see a good one when I saw The Butler.
For those who tried to see the video I recently posted, I apologize you didn’t get to see it. I, however, was able to see it at different locations on different computers. I don’t know what’s happening on your end. At one point, I couldn’t see it but I clicked something on YouTube and it popped up fine. Try clicking here to see what happens, if you like.
Anyhow, I didn’t come to talk about mucha nothing. I had myself a birthday. My feet don’t hurt anymore. I wasted grape juice on my carpet in the bedroom today. And I need to cut my grass. If cutting grass is up your alley, pay for yourself a background check and come cut it. I won’t be mad at you or nothing, Oh, I’m gonna get to paint up some real art over the weekend, so there’s my life, folks.
Well, I’m just gonna share a few new pieces of digital art that you weren’t able to see in the video, if you still couldn’t pull it up. I’ve been having fun with this amateur paint program and making these quick pieces.
Have yourself a good life as best you can but not however you can ’cause it may not go so well if you’re doing whatever. You can sum that advice up the best way you know how ’cause I’m not trying to figure out everything for you. Not that you asked but in case you were thinking to, don’t bother. (Wink, wink). Besides, it’s been a long day and I ain’t got time to be messing around on no blog. Whoever thought of this blog thing anyhow? Sure wished it had been me.
Thank you for hanging out with me. As a non-drinker/smoker, I feel like when I blog, I’m hanging out in a bar, so to speak – exchanging words and utter nonsense. In virtual communities, you can be multiple folk or simply let your hair down and be yourself. I like that. I don’t care how many folk you are ’cause it’s so unlikely we’ll ever meet anyhow. And if we did meet, I wouldn’t be mad ’cause you said you’re an airplane pilot when you really drive a taxi. It’s not like I can cast stones. Well, I could but there’s no long term glory in that.
If I were gonna be on the deceptive side, I’d more than likely tell you I was a naturopath doctor or something of that nature. Like, I could find so many cures to stuff with Google and you’d never know. Matter of fact, I have a cure for toothaches. I have a cure for a number of ailments, actually. I keep a stash of books around here, so I really could help you if need be. I know. My background’s in art but I have to know a lot about a lotta things as an artist. If you’re not an artist, you can’t possibly understand the intensity of what I do…which is why…I’m applying to medical school. It would behoove you to make an appointment with me once I set up my practice so I can practice on you.
In the meantime, I’m gonna keep shop here on this blog, experimenting with words, art and whatever moves me. Thank you again for hanging out and being you or whoever you choose to be.
I’ve been busy minding my business and a coupla other folk. Not you but if you want, I can…Well, on second thought, we’re fine the way we are. One thing I hate is to be sorry I got to know somebody that I didn’t wanna to get to know in the first place. Not you, but you know what I mean. Kinda like being able to smell a skunk a mile away but going ahead to touch the damn thing to make sure it’s really a skunk. But I don’t wanna be reminded of what I don’t wanna remember, so let’s move on.
Why have I been so slow posting these days? Well, ’cause I’ve been slow. I was gonna fabricate a real tall tale but I don’t feel much like lying to you today. Maybe tomorrow or next week. It takes a clear mind to remember a lie and as it’s getting on the late end of the day, I’m feeling cloudy with a forecast of sleep coming on.
And since I’m so deeply concerned with your time, and mine especially, I’m not gonna hog your evening, day or whatever, with a long blog post. Time is precious and I realize you’re committed to visit other blogs. Though, while I certainly appreciate you dropping by, I’m deeply honored you’d forgo your laundry, leave dishes in your sink or what have you, to entertain me. That’s so very, very special on both our parts, really. Me, writing and you, reading and responding. We’re both gonna get so much out of this one day in the future, which I hope comes sooner for me than for you since I had to do all this writing and whatnot. I’d be dishonest if I said otherwise and I know you wouldn’t appreciate that, so there it is.
Anyhow, I dug this painting from the archives. I hope you don’t mind but you must not since you’re here. After all, you could be walking your dog or hanging out with your kids but right now, reading my blog is more important…I guess.
Now that both conventions are over, we’re on the campaign trails of President Barack Obama and Mitt Romney. I, ladies and gentleman folks, have been invited to participate in a PBS special, Race 2012, by Monica Medina of Monica’s Tangled Web. I’m so excited about this invitation ’cause it gives me a creative opportunity to write and compose new art applicable to a pivotal time in our history. Thank you again, Monica.
With that said, I hope you’ll join me for a series of posts, starting October 2 and each Tuesday thereafter, leading to the election as I delve into race and politics in the way that I try to do. Honestly. I’m even considering taking Beatrice from Apt. 7B along with me. I could use the company out here on the trail. As long as she’s not trying to take over, she can hang. Know what I’m saying?
I know folks from other countries occasion this little blog, so you’re more than welcome to hone in. Race and elections aren’t just an American thing, you know. I look forward to your thoughts, whatever they may be. Also, there will be other bloggers and artists joining in, so you’ll get to hear more folk than me. I’ll add links to my Tuesday posts so you won’t be out there in virtual wonderland not knowing where to go after you leave my place. Okay? You won’t need a map or nothing. Just click the link and be on your merry way.
Now. When you do come over to my place, I’ll have some virtual desserts and punch set out. Remember what your mama taught you, folks. Don’t come on an empty stomach trying to gobble up everything in the vicinity. Alright? This is more about feeding your brain anyhow.
I’ll see you good folks around real soon. And shut the door tight on your way out. These flies ain’t no joke down south.