Thank You and Farewell

MICHAEL DeBAKEY 1908-2008

Thank You Dr. DeBakey, From The Bottom Of My Heart

Where Is The PERFECT CRIME?

It occured to me during a lunch conversation that between LAW & ORDER (Original, SVU, CI, EI-EI-O), CSI (Las Vegas, Miami, New York, Bugtussle) and countless FORENSIC FILE imitators - whew - that the PERFECT CRIME should have been committed by now.

Why hasn't it? Or has it? Have YOU committed it? Would you like to Confess? Anonymously, maybe?

Or is there Anyone you'd like to ACCUSE?

Unburden yourself to the epistle, my friend. You'll feel better. We'll both feel better.

... and speak directly into your computer's microphone... no reason.

And Now...The CUTE BOMB!

These little monkeys are probably talking by now instead of sleepily lolling about. Hell, they could be driving as fast as time seems to pass at mid-life.

I hope these images resuface for them. What a couple of googly-eyed little sea-monkeys.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you all here today...?"

Startled.

Stamped.

Daddy's pickin' and Baby's a grinnin'.

Flowers, Kitty-cats and Babies. Hope your sweet tooth is satisfied. I'll have to darken things a bit after my Fourth of July Patriotic Extravaganza!

Pictures Of Kitty Cats

This is my little Toe-Biter, Bobbie. Actually her full name is Roberta Appassioniqua Fifi Hogan.

She isn't alway bad or angry, in fact, sometimes she's extremely sweet just not for very long at least not long enough to photograph. Her bad and destructive antics are far more photogenic.

Here, she's just sitting and staring into space quietly planning to attack the toilet paper roll in the bathroom or run across the kitchen floor sliding into the refrigerator with a thud as her little skull hits the door.

This is my old kitty, Stinky. Her full name is Stinkerella Fifi Louise Hogan. The picture below is by far my best version of her, I think it captures her wildness and sense of play!

Below, her calico body blends effortlessly as she seems to float on the patterned home-made quilt beneath her. I miss my Stinky. She lives with her other Daddy in Minneapolis.

Flowers, kitty cats - what next? Babies. Excellent guess!

I Been Bit!

No not snake-bit - though moving back to Texas has increased my chances of that happening. Actually I've been bit by the Art bug of late and have been exercising my creative muscles visually.

Since this has coincided with a case of Blogger's Block, I thought I'd share some pictures with you! Enjoy!

So I like pretty flowers and PhotoShop? You gotta problem wid dat?

Seriously, all of these were made with my cell-phone camera, PhotoShop, my Mac and me.

I particularly love roses (now there's a gift hint) they have so much personality.

Even house plants, digitally enhanced, have a certain arty appeal.

And you thought I was just a pretty face and a smart-ass remark!

When In Doubt - Gary Numan

I trapped a ghost with plastic wrap - Timothy Hogan

PLAY IT LOUD! GARY NUMAN/METAL

We're in the building where they make us grow

And I'm frightened by the liquid engineers

Like you

My Mallory heart is sure to fail

I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real

Like you

The sound of metal I want to be you

I could learn to be a man

Like you

Plug me in and turn me on

Oh everything is moving

I need my treatment it's tomorrow they send me

Singing "I am an American"

Do you?

Picture this if they could make the change

I'd love to pull the wires from the wall

Did you?

And who are you and how can I try?

Here inside I like metal

On you

All I know is no one dies

I'm still confusing love with need

One Hand, One Heart, NO CAST!

WEST SIDE STORY- One Hand, One Heart

Seven weeks in a cast turns your body into a Mummy's.

Once Upon A Few Seconds Ago

Across the park - past the brightly painted swings and slide that stood in gravel pits, just beyond the throw of the streetlight - the trees suddenly crowded into a dense shadow.

blink

For a second he saw a shape - large dark and alive - framed by trees, black against blacker still.

blink

He felt his heart quicken, nothing that big lives here this close to the city.

blink

The shadow in the shadows moved again. He felt or saw it turning towards him.

blink

He caught a whiff of stagnant water, rotting leaves, the sick sweet of fermenting fruit.

blink

A spot, a tiny spot. Now two. Like red pin-pricks of light - side by side, they seemed to train on him. Like eyes - a pair of red eyes that began to stare and...

blink

His breath caught in his chest. He feared the dark, the tiny red lights - the eyes. Perhaps it would not see him if he didn't breathe or move or...

blink

It closed the distance between them in a blur. A smokey streak of midnight carelessly swinging the swings as it passed. Faster than an animal should run or even...

blink

He exhaled a scream.

Weird.

40 of the last 100 hits on the epistle have been this Felix The Cat post from year one. Why? I dunno.

 I added the song now.

ABC - FEAR OF THE WORLD



Felix the cat
The wonderful, wonderful cat
Whenever he gets in a fix
He reaches into his bag of tricks

Felix the cat
The wonderful, wonderful cat
You'll laugh so much your sides will ache
Your heart will go pit-a-pat
Watching Felix the wonderful cat

Y10K

Kraftwerk - MUSIQUE NON-STOP

(10K Buddhas)

Since January of 2007, the epistle has received over ten thousand hits. Admittedly, most are anonymous bounces generated by search engines and tag lines. 10,000 contacts but no touching.


Speaking on behalf of all Exhibitionists, it's a cool time to be alive.


In the last 100 hits on the epistle there were contacts from six of the seven continents. I can't seem to break into the Antarctic Scientists scene.


In the last 100 hits, people from 22 countries stopped by. Some of them will return daily/weekly/monthly. Some will never come again.


Whether this is "farewell" or "see ya later" it has been a pleasure having you.