A Blog Is A Blog, No Matter How Small, Dude

(Original cover stolen from this guy)

I finally posted at my other, other blog, Reasonably Educated Bumpkins.  Yes, I know -- you've never heard of it, and that's because I write about my home, my town, my valley, there, and really?  It's pretty boring.  But I like some of what I've written there very much, so I keep feeding it, once every six months whether I need to or not.  And tonight I posted some modestly pretty pictures of trees and dirt.
So if you feel like reading anything poignant, thinky, or otherwise smart, I'm sorry, you need to go read somewhere else.  I spent my evening reading Horton Hears a Who in the manner of Cheech and Chong, instead of my usual Snotty French Waiter accent, and I'm beat.  Zees eez eet pour moi; I'm going to bed, Holmes.

Comments

[50 Plus Sam]

It's your blog and you should write whatever you want and feel like. It's an open stage and people can choose whether to read or not.

[bejewell]

Trees? Dirt? I AM SOOOO THERE!!

[david]

As you might of guessed, I loved the pic that you chose.

[Rick's Cafe]

Haven't tried that sales approach yet.

I'll have to give it a try, what can it hurt? Nothing else seems to work these days.

[Bob Cleveland]

RC,

I started out as one.

[Rick's Cafe]

Good god man, how have you survived 50 years? I've turned in to a raving lunatic after just 25 years!

[Bob Cleveland]

I used to sit next to a guy named Truman, in choir, and every now and then we'd just start singing in Elmer Fudd voices.

After 50 years in the insurance business, I need all the silliness I can get.

Come to think of it, if you act really goofy most of the time, when you finally say something serious.... even if it's veddy veddy STUPID ... everybody thinks you're really smart.

Hey. Wonder if I can patent that?

[Kathi D]

Vous are rill funny. And smart. Mercy.

[Rick's Cafe]

Ahhh, the attributes of a true artist....at least as recorded by history.

"...Upon surviving their 'funk', the artist went to create some of their best work..."

That the saying applies to an old man with a big fish and bottles of booze or a crazed, one ear Italian with jars of paints - only seems reasonable that it can apply to a little old lady surrounded by nuts.

If someone remembers years from now that she really wasn't old and the nuts were from trees, not people, that version of history will just be discounted as poorly remember lore.

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

Magnifique! I lawve zee trees and zee durdt.