Ok. I admit trying to combine an Easter egg, chocolate bunny and Godzilla was a bridge too far. But ... the resulting mess is what we got. Happy Easter!
America's 1st birthday for my 5th GGPs: Washington nearly assassinated in the front yard; Lafayette shot off his horse, landed in the garden; and Cornwallis stopped in for tea. So. Yeah. More stable than our 244th.
Find ALL the layers - you get a cookie. If I wanted to go "there", I can. I mastered dark, depressing stream-of-consciousness writing. In a journal for over 12 years. TY BLS! HBM? Rainbows, flowers and bunnies.
A prediction? Remove this mischievous outlet for American teenagers and our nation will collapse! Without mailbox baseball, egging, TPing or the great Chagrin Falls Pumpkin Roll - is it even Halloween? /s
I have no idea how or why I recalled the "commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air" line from so long ago - but here we are. My deepest apologies to Washington Irving. And America.
Weird that those pushing "liberty, freedom, choice" the hardest have a vested personal interest in seasonal economic activity ... and have taxpayer funded healthcare with access to experimental COVID-19 treatments?
I had something profound planned to celebrate our low-key July 4th and national origin myth, but I am no longer in the mood. Which is how - and has always been - the way I create. Everything. It's who I am.
I would never waste a wish on something stupid like "world peace". The outside world I can turn off and ignore. I would wish for peace inside my head.
The true warm-and-fuzzy meaning of Christmas. I was going to take this all the way back to The Manger, but I already have enough people that want me to die an agonizingly painful, slow death. 'Tis the season.
'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the land? Suffering and misery, for our fellow man. A question I ask, is - if HE was here; An activist, or - Roman Legionnaire?
Channeling my inner "New Yorker" cartoonist. I'm usually too wordy. "Letters are symbols. They are building blocks of words ..." - and so on. A day late. Was busy writing a new blog to explain why I failed as a composer.
I have a marionette I received as a gift when I was 3 years old. He is my bestest, most loyal friend - because I clipped his strings long ago so he can’t leave me like everybody else.
Happy New Year, Eastern Timezone of America! "Staying alive" is the boring consensus wish. I'd rather be "undead" forever. There are SO many people I’d like to haunt for eternity!
This is the hell that never ends. It just goes on and on, my friends. Some mouses - started running it not knowing what it was. But we'll continue running it - forever, just because ...
I planned this over a month ago. And almost scrapped it with the recent news. Oh well. Might as well go ahead and celebrate my sliver of Irishness. And the origin of my annoying - but tastefully spaced - freckles.
Happy World Puppetry Day! This is my previously mentioned BFF - sans strings - doing some modeling. And? So. I wonder. About hidden messages. Should this be an awkward, but professional end for HBM?
Fall is my favorite season. And Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. But, favorites - and nostalgia - require the "good" memories to outnumber the "bad" ones. And I quit keeping score.
I honestly don't know if these are the poisonous "nuts" from the tree. Or "Buckeye Candy" - our stupid peanut butter fudge balls ALMOST entirely coated in chocolate. Either way. If someone eats one ... they stop talking.
(b) This is the best Halloween "joke" I am in the mood to create. Any zombies want to snack on whatever brain residue can be found inside my skull? I'm sure enough can be scraped from the jar to spread on a few crackers.
Is this a Silly Sunday? I guess it depends on one's perspective. And awareness. I would posit that history has demonstrated that those seeking destiny and glory ... are often quick to find it. Sorry, Bob the Turkey.