I'd totally write a bunch of stuff right here but I have no time to do so. Therefore, I'm dropping some pictures on your head. If you have any questions, please comment and I'll respond in 2023.
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EGB News
Friday, November 16, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
2012 Election Is Coming to an End But Friday is Here.
EGB and BB are a bit sad about it all. Even though they truly love the incessant tv ads, robo calls, knocks on doors, emails, radio ads, social media blasts, emails, flyers, mailers, flags, campaign snacks, campaigners in the streets, and all things Obama-Romney....they know that all good things must come to an end.
And the BILLION dollars that have been spent to decide the next puppet(eer) have been totally well spent. Good thing that our roads, schools, children are in such great shape--otherwise I'd be mad.
These guys spend all their time telling me about the world for my children--debt, schools, economic future. I'm not so sure they know what they're talking about.
They're not talking about fairness. They're not talking about love. They're not talking about who has the best pizza order. They're not talking about diaper changing strategies when a hurricane goes off in BB's pants. They don't care about my world. That's ok. They're not supposed to. They can't. Not with the task they've been presented and the limited powers they're provided. They're not kings. They're just-a man. A man in a big ol' white house.
That's what I'll teach my children. I'll teach them--Be fair. Be loyal. Think for yourself. Be ok with uncertainty. And be you. None of this is being said with the billion dollars. Unfortunately, our "leaders" aren't my children, but they sure act like it sometimes.
Not cynical here. It's just that kids don't give a damn. At times I'm not sure if I do either as long as I have you all. It's a noisy world out there.
We don't have to look far beyond the little princes and princesses among us for the truth. Look to the little ones and see if they care about WHO is the boss? They just know if it ain't them they're pissed. Sounds like the rest of us.....
Put on your wings and get some. It's Friday. Ain't that what matters?
Belief.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Dogs, Babies, Smurfs and Cheap Beer
Recipe for a real good party.
I figure since I don't have time to write, videos serve a better purpose. Videographic-high-sugar-caloric-memory-punch-in-the-head is the way I'm transmitting to you. Sock it to you.
It's hard to think that a summer has come and gone. EGB hit 4. BB hit 1. I hit old. Dog hit biblical age.
I feel the urge to write, but weighty thoughts take time. Time is a funny thing these days. Remember calling cards? Yeah, the plastic cards with 500 digits on them...For those in my reading audience that are calling their families in Sri Lanka, you still use them. Y'all are retro cool like that. The others of you in prison that still use them, get off my blog and do some pushups. All others that have moved into the 21st century, this is what I'm talking about--calling cards and time. Remember when you'd use the card on your buddy's landline to call your girl and have lots to say but no minutes left? Get that 'beep beep' and you know it's all about to end....that's my life now.
I have a box of 2 minute calling cards with a mouthful of 30 minute conversations. Recipe for unbaked cake.
I'm working on a time app. Download it. You'll get more time to talk, write, reflect, and just do you. However, I'm having a coding hiccup on the part where you can turn kid's farts into vacations in the Caribbean.
Until then. Chew on this video. Baby B and Orange C-Furry paid top dollar for the show. It was a real quality performance full of modern dance, stuffed animals, and gangsta beats.
http://youtu.be/20NGBFHDIh4
Yup. It's a chunky smurf, fuzzy baby, and an orange dog drinking spiked punch and partying into the wee hours of the morning. I was sleeping, but good thing I have a teddy bear cam and captured the whole thing.
They figured they got away with it. At first I was mad. Then we all laughed about it. Then a Rice Crispy and milk shot out of EGB's nose. We laughed even harder until Baby B pooped on his leg. Then I stopped laughing. Party over.
I figure since I don't have time to write, videos serve a better purpose. Videographic-high-sugar-caloric-memory-punch-in-the-head is the way I'm transmitting to you. Sock it to you.
It's hard to think that a summer has come and gone. EGB hit 4. BB hit 1. I hit old. Dog hit biblical age.
I feel the urge to write, but weighty thoughts take time. Time is a funny thing these days. Remember calling cards? Yeah, the plastic cards with 500 digits on them...For those in my reading audience that are calling their families in Sri Lanka, you still use them. Y'all are retro cool like that. The others of you in prison that still use them, get off my blog and do some pushups. All others that have moved into the 21st century, this is what I'm talking about--calling cards and time. Remember when you'd use the card on your buddy's landline to call your girl and have lots to say but no minutes left? Get that 'beep beep' and you know it's all about to end....that's my life now.
I have a box of 2 minute calling cards with a mouthful of 30 minute conversations. Recipe for unbaked cake.
I'm working on a time app. Download it. You'll get more time to talk, write, reflect, and just do you. However, I'm having a coding hiccup on the part where you can turn kid's farts into vacations in the Caribbean.
Until then. Chew on this video. Baby B and Orange C-Furry paid top dollar for the show. It was a real quality performance full of modern dance, stuffed animals, and gangsta beats.
http://youtu.be/20NGBFHDIh4
Yup. It's a chunky smurf, fuzzy baby, and an orange dog drinking spiked punch and partying into the wee hours of the morning. I was sleeping, but good thing I have a teddy bear cam and captured the whole thing.
They figured they got away with it. At first I was mad. Then we all laughed about it. Then a Rice Crispy and milk shot out of EGB's nose. We laughed even harder until Baby B pooped on his leg. Then I stopped laughing. Party over.
Friday, October 19, 2012
What's REALLY Goin On?
I ain't sayin' where I've been hiding....
Save us.
Ever heard a bird choke on a pork knuckle? You're about to.
Welcome to the asylum......
http://youtu.be/voJ6Ryla_6I
Save us.
Ever heard a bird choke on a pork knuckle? You're about to.
Welcome to the asylum......
http://youtu.be/voJ6Ryla_6I
Friday, June 15, 2012
My Day. Friday.
Weekend, y'all. Git yourself some.
Still underwater, but figure by 2025 I'll be updating you on EGB's 4th b-day party. Good things come to those who wait so quit being all antsy on me. I'm busy.
Hang out in some grass and fight snakes.
Work yo ass out and nap it off.
Stare at someone. It makes them uncomfortable. It makes you feel powerful. Unless you're staring at EGB, she's super powerful which offsets staring power so you have to stare extra hard.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Goood Morning Old People!
Annnnnd.....
No one sleeps in this joint! For serious.
Sartre's hell in "No Exit" sounds like a nice vacation these days. Not serious.
But my high school French teach would be proud that I referenced this play 20 years later after she kicked me out of AP class that I was essentially grandfathered into as a result of my sister's legacy as a mini-Marie Antoinette French polyglot. Thanks sis for paving the way for my failure. Sort of serious.
On to real seriousness. Friday is here and we've got to take the party up a notch.
Show some gums. Don't be scared. Think of him as a piranha without teeth. One aggressive gummer.
Hanging out with a headless lady who dresses just like me. I like her. She has impeccable style and doesn't say much. I say a lot. I need a lot of verbal bandwidth. I kinda wish my brother was headless too. He'd still have his cute toes and hands, but he wouldn't be blabbing and gumming and all that other stuff that irritates me. Anyone got a headless baby that they'd like to trade? I like ham sandwiches.
The whole world is ahead of you. I know this sounds positive, but because I'm strapped in this damn torture device, I can't catch up to those fools that are getting further and further ahead. I totally need to walk. This blows.
No one sleeps in this joint! For serious.
Sartre's hell in "No Exit" sounds like a nice vacation these days. Not serious.
But my high school French teach would be proud that I referenced this play 20 years later after she kicked me out of AP class that I was essentially grandfathered into as a result of my sister's legacy as a mini-Marie Antoinette French polyglot. Thanks sis for paving the way for my failure. Sort of serious.
On to real seriousness. Friday is here and we've got to take the party up a notch.
Show some gums. Don't be scared. Think of him as a piranha without teeth. One aggressive gummer.
Hanging out with a headless lady who dresses just like me. I like her. She has impeccable style and doesn't say much. I say a lot. I need a lot of verbal bandwidth. I kinda wish my brother was headless too. He'd still have his cute toes and hands, but he wouldn't be blabbing and gumming and all that other stuff that irritates me. Anyone got a headless baby that they'd like to trade? I like ham sandwiches.
The whole world is ahead of you. I know this sounds positive, but because I'm strapped in this damn torture device, I can't catch up to those fools that are getting further and further ahead. I totally need to walk. This blows.
