Marketing Strategy

 

Way in the distant early days of this blog, I posted a short little thing about vacuum advertising. I'm glad to see that someone has finally seen the wisdom of my marketing genius. I wonder if pimps and brothel owners will realize the benefits of using this marketing campaign for their...ahem...services. I mean truth in advertising benefits everyone, right?

I'm Surprised...

 ...that this hasn't become the latest Tik Tok challenge or whatever the kids are doing these days since Tide Pods became passe`.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love me some mac and cheese. I make it home made from scratch. In a pinch, a box of Kraft cheese powder sauce for nostalgia purposes is good comfort food, but I draw the line at the bulk bucket o' creamy pasta. I don't even know who would buy that. One of the people from my 600 Pound Life?

Cool Stuff

 

I'm a sucker for neat stuff just like any other man trying to reason with his inner child. I'm not sure who did this or where I found it, but I like it. The only way to make this better would be to add a chin turret in the nose. 

Thieves, Looters and Other Miscreants

 Shamefully stolen from a friend on Facebook to honor those who come here (cough, cough...CederQ) specifically to raid memes. 

A Short Story of Sorts

 

There's really nothing more that needs to be said to convey what happened in that photo. Having said THAT, I think a better Kodak moment would have been a close up photo of a young woman with tossled hair, maybe some blood spatter on her face, some runs in her mascara, the corner of the Klondike wrapper peeled back, and blood soak hands lifting the bar to her perfectly white teeth for a nibble. Lighting would be key to sell it. Dark background with one high, offset spot to bring out the colors and make some shadows. Hint of a smirk on the woman's face and just a little suggestion of something lurking in the shadows reaching out for her. I may have to take up photography again...

If The Shoe Fits...

 

I'll not name names or point fingers, but I'm sure there are a few in the audience who could use a "Just say no!" pep talk right about now. You can't please everyone nor should you try. It's especially pointless to try to please dead people on account of them being dead and all. 

Same Stuff, Different Year

 I'd say I'm sorry for the lack of posting here of late, but I've misplaced my stash of apologies. Truth be told, the muse went walkabout after a late night argument a while back and hasn't been seen in many a moon. There was an illegible post card from Matamoras, Mexico that came in not too long ago. The only words I could make out were Mezcal and Burro. I'm not sure I even want to know what that's about. I suppose I should be thankful that there was no request for bail money or Mordita from a Mexican jail. So, there's that. 

I wish I could say that I am optimistic about the arbitrary time period known as 2023, but it's not off to a great start which is only feeding my cynicism. National politics are an absolute Festival of Flung Fertilizer. It's looking like we may wind up with a historic first in the Speaker of the House Race. Not sure which way that wind is going to blow, but I am reasonable sure it'll smell like a turd. 

I'm going to try to experiment with different ways to get my creative juices flowing....maybe interview a new muse or two. Hopefully, I can shake off the cobwebs and make some progress.