Unhappy Half Nekkid Thursday

I’m not posting a picture today. If you didn’t notice, I didn’t post a picture last Thursday either. See, I saw that the Rubbernecker had linked my humble Blog the other week. Now, I can assure you that I haven’t been obsessing over his post for the last few weeks. I have much better and more important things to do. However, I have been thinking about one valid point he did make, “These people can't get traffic to their site with their awesome writing ability and so they resort to stripping and exposing themselves to keep the hits rolling in.”

I admit that I did enjoy the hits that my half-nekkidness was bringing to my Blog. I was having fun and reading and seeing great people too. However, I must agree that my Blog should be more about the writing than my body. I realized that there was actually more flesh than substance on my little page. I don’t always have the time to write out a complete idea, but in the future I will try to write more than expose myself. Then maybe I can in good conscience resume Half-Nekkid Thursday Madison style.

Speaking of writing, isn’t it funny that mister rubbernecker the critic is quick to point out everyone else’s frailties and faults. Someone needs to look into the mirror. What an asshat.

Too Much Time

Some people have way too much time on their hands.

Paper covers rock?

School Days

You paid attention during 100% of high school!

85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!

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Small Towns

My Grandmother went to the “Spa” three days a week. They didn’t have gyms back in those days. Well, at least not in like they are now. My grandmother’s spa was like a YWCA. There was a pool and a sauna and it was for women only. She would take me there when I would visit during the summers.

When I got a little older I didn’t want to go with grandmother. I wanted to hangout with my grandfather. He would take me down to the “Market” and show me off to his pals. The Market was his stock broker’s office. There was a huge stock ticker scrolling the symbols hanging from the ceiling. I would place my buy order and watch as my stock would go up or down. After the market we would head out to a couple of bars. My Grandfather would drink a beer and I’d have a coke. Then we would go to another bar. I think we would stop off at three or four bars before we headed for home.

Small town life sure was grand.

Kitty Carnival

The 137th Carnival of the Cats is up over at Crazy Meezer. Go check out all the kitty goodness.

On Display

The Friday Ark 111 is afloat over at the Modulator's. Go check out all the critters on display this week.

Half Nekkid Androcles

I remember a story about a lion with a thorn in his paw. Along came a slave and removed the thorn. The lion was most grateful. Later, the slave was thrown to the lions. However, the lion recognized the slave and didn’t eat him.



In this picture, I am holding out my foot. I’m trying to get a slave to remove that thorn in the ball of my foot. I would be most grateful.

Happy HNT!