Red, White & Blue & Green... & Soupy

Picnik Basket

I was ordered to update my 'website' today, but I haven't had time to scan anything cool lately so you're stuck with more dopey photos taken with my crappy back-up camera. And the only thing I've done of any interest in the past week or so is plant-sit for a friend's parents while they are away doing interesting things that I'm sure they should be blogging about, so I've been spending a lot of time taking pictures of flowers and other things found in friend's parent's back yards. Fortunately, I've also been in a 'play around with Picnik' sort of a mood, so at least you get to look at pictures of flowers with lots of artsy-fartsy effects added to them!-

I call this one "Tribute To Riddleburger."

There's a whole big story that goes along with this mantis picture only I've already written about it elsewhere and I don't feel like repeating so suffice to say it involved me having a fling with someone who later tries to kill me so 'same old, same old.'

I think that these might be orchids, although they could be antelopes for all the Hell that I know about flowers!

Saw Rock City

Gone Fishin'

Christmas Is Just Around The Corner...

And for anybody out there who may be looking for gift ideas for a certain blogger (i.e. me) may I present... The Tube O' Fire!

Kills weeds... melts ice... scorches the flesh from your enemies faces!

Once I've crossed this off my list I'll be that much closer to my life long dream of becoming an honest-to-gosh costumed vigilante. All I need now are a grapple hook, some smoke bombs and lots and lots of Kevlar!

Rubbed The Wrong Way

Face The Nation

Behind The Mascots: Secrets Of The SpokesStars- Exposed!

Another Friday night on the red rope circuit... another jug or three of store brand sangria... another morning coming to his senses face-down in a ditch along a stretch of country road that smelt of turkey houses and burning tires with his shoes and his wallet missing and yet another Spanish vulgarity tattooed onto his round, yellow bum...

In the privacy of his Hot Springs Village McMansion, the Wal-Mart Smiley Face thought that the tide had hit its lowest ebb... but a ruder awakening than any back-road dawn was soon to open his beady black eyes to the frightful wares which lay ahead of him in the aisle of self-destruction down which he'd long ago pushed the shopping cart of his life...