Art Park: Night and Day

Now don't jump to conclusions. I'm still a cranky old bastard who pisses and moans all day long about all kinds of shit. The reason that doesn't make me one of the bad guys is that I'm not proud of it. I just do it because somebody has to do it.

Oh, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people online going bananas about all kinds of shit. Shit you'd never even think about let alone care about. You can't swing a dead cat online without hitting a blog or a website run by a rabid kook going apeshit about something. But, to me, most of them are just whining and crying because it fits their pussy lifestyle. Or else they're just mean as cat shit and proud of it.

Yours truly, on the other hand, can piss and moan and be a good guy because I piss and moan about important stuff (that's right, stuff I think is important because, you know what?, this is my goddamn blog, not yours) and I usually offer some solutions that ought to make the shit pile we have to dine on every single day of our lives go away or at least get a tad smaller. So, that's on that.

Now, as far as this piece of artwork above is concerned, I'm simply letting the artist park a copy of it here because I like looking at it. That's why I let him park one here on the 11th of this month. Just because I'm an opinionated old bastard doesn't mean I can't have a "soft side" to me (Oooooh, I just hate that phrase). But, hey, I might even be able to paint like that myself.

We'll never know. In the meantime, we'll just make nice and let it ride and then we'll see who's a crank and who's not. Won't we.

A Day Late and a Dollar Short

Ted O'Hooey, here. I'm an old crank who used to have a website and by the time I got around to posting a welcome video there all my posts mysteriously disappeared. And I have no copies of them. Then the video page appeared with video and no audio. Then the video disappeared. Then I disappeared.

I reappeared today at Blogger, a refugee from the Illuminati. Those goddam Illuminati pricks hate hicks from places like Pennsylvania more than anybody because we're not supposed to know shit from Shinola and when we figure anything out the bastards pull the plug on us. They just assumed we're nothing but a bunch of hateful rednecks who like to whine and cry. Well, unfortunately, some of us are. But not me. No, I see a lot of unnecessary shit happening out there and it ticks me off. So, I piss and moan out loud about it.

Hey, you'll never see any "X-Rated" material on this blog. I have about as much tolerance for that crap as I do for real crap. That term ought to insult adults everywhere. Like being an "adult" means you don't have any thoughts above your waist. Better stow that attitude before you get here or you'll just waste your time and mine. But you will encounter some adult language here, especially when I'm spouting off about the shit in this world that nobody has to put up with. Or when I embed a video by someone else and they're spouting off about the shit this world tries to feed you, just so a bunch of privileged assholes can make a lousy, goddamn buck.

All right, then. Now you know that you will encounter some very strong language every now and then. You can take that to the bank. When you're as old and cranky and as ticked off as me, watching your P's and Q's is not high on your bucket list. If you don't like my P's and Q's, hit the road. (I hate using an apostrophe with Ps and Qs because it's improper grammar but hardly anybody knows that an apostrophe implies "possession" or "belonging to", not the plural of any word).

Just like the word kidnaped. Most people spell it wrong. If the accent is on the first syllable, then you don't double the consonant in the second syllable. But, if the accent is on the second syllable, then you do double the ending consonant. Thus: kidnaped. Thus: occurred. That's American English as opposed to British English. The British double the ending consonants on such words but Americans do not. Get used to it. Even Blogger's "spell checker" has it wrong. Limeys must have written it. Hey! If they can call us "Yanks" we can call them limeys. Get over it. Christ.

So, this was supposed to be my welcome video for my website — which is now just a bad memory — and it'll have to do as my welcome video for my new blog here at Blogger, as well. Why don't I do a new video? Because I don't feel like it. I'm like George Patton in that respect. I don't like paying for the same real estate twice. So, either tune in the video or don't. It's no skin off my ass either way.

By the way, I'll be tinkering with this blog anytime I get the urge so it has my personal touch all over it, including a new, personalized header. So, hey, don't say you haven't been warned.