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Monday, June 25, 2007
A scant few weeks ago, two birds built their love nest on the Penthouse floor overlooking our scenic property. One thing led to another and they produced two lovely children - Lenny and Squiggy.
I shared in the care taking process of Lenny and Squiggy by making sure that I didn't allow the porch light to be on for very long at a time at night. One slip up there and they babies would have been cooked geeses! I thought about feeding them worms but didn't like the idea of putting worms in my mouth to do that, SO I left that task to their parents. I really don't think the job description as Mr. Nanny, (in this case) included feeding the youngins anyway.
I hardly realized how big they were getting till this morning when they were gone! Fearing the worst (with many cats in the yard) I looked for signs of feathers and found non. Thankfully before I pointed accusing fingers at the cats and going all Bushinator..., I saw the little ones, flittering from tree to tree! Their parents enrolled them in Flight School! WOW! Tears welled up as I watched my godchildren actually setting out on their own. It was deeply moving.
**puts on John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High" cd**
Excuse me now.., I have to go and wipe the..., ahem.., smoke from of my eyes. Anyone got a sponge? or a mop? I can borrow?
Posted at 09:49 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Mystery Mounds On Another Planet
 An acquaintance and myself went to check out the mystery mounds of Lake Rustolia on planet Davemania. Since there was just the two of us, I lost the coin toss and manned the camera to bring you this spectacular view.
About a thousand years ago, aliens built this place as an Astrometrics Center for the ancient Davemanian society. This is how my race of beings found your primitive planet, Earth, though the ancient archives.
Actually its just a landscape I created and popped someone I know in the thing. There! Ya happy!? I got lazy and didn't feel like writing anything today, but I did think this image worth slapping up for you to gander at. I just wanted to clear that up for ya. The Big Giant Head would not want me revealing our true.. I mean..., to think of a planet called Davemainia actually exists - HAH! It is to laugh for at, yes!?
Posted at 07:03 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
Saturday, June 23, 2007
*** holds mirror up to face *** - Nope I don't see any vanity in there - just sheer perfection, baby. Y'know.., I really do have a dislike of vain people. It takes all the attention away from me. And we cant have that, now can we.
On a serious note, I use the larger than life vanity thing as a self debasing form of humor, kind of like the departed, "take my wife please", Rodney Dangerfield . Uhm.., I think he's dead isn't he? In real life (as some of you long time regulars have picked up on) I'm quite the reverse..., and I do hope that isn't a let down for anyone..., I mean.., you worship the ground I walk on after all for Pete's sake. By the way - no one has explained to me yet who this Pete person is everyone refers to. We talking Mod Squad, Pete or Pecos Pete or ???
I say self debasing humor, because really - isn't vanity actually a bad thing when its exploded to complete "selfishness"? all of us have a certain amount of vanity or else we wouldnt dress up so, or try to seek more important status in life. Most of us however maintain a proper perspective of ourselves and allow room for others to shine, even when they don't shine, we like to make them feel they do (and thank you for your support, let me say).
I'm not a selfish type person - or at least not the point I play up pretty big at times. I do have a level of humility and to illustrate that point, I'd give you the shirt off Herb's back, if you needed it. If I were vain, I'd give you the shirt off my back just to show off my flabby perfection. But nooo - thats not my bag, baby. Its not. No really. Thats my chin which often gets mistaken for a bag.
Now that I have laid to rest any suspicions you may have had about me, The Daveman.., I .., The Daveman.., shall take my leave and allow you time to absorb all of this.
I'm the Daveman
.., but you wish you were; you poor misguided souls
Posted at 09:40 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
Friday, June 22, 2007
First Born Has The Intellect?
The Swiss - who invented cheese with HOLES IN IT! have set their scientists loose again. This time they have determined that the 1st born child has a higher IQ than his or her siblings. That works fine I guess unless you're an only child which could mean you're dumber than the holes in a brick of swiss cheese. I dunno. I'm just guessing here on the Swiss logic and not trying to alienate my, only child audience. In my opinion, the only child is a fortunate child. The lucky ducks. No posturing for attention and power - you know that just has to rule!
Considering this new IQ data - I am the middle finger of three boys which leaves me feeling like.., the middle finger! Well.., we're all three grown men now but seriously have my doubts about the youngest. Gawd! I wonder how that boy even knows how to operate a door knob sometimes. Anyway - so according to this new study, my big brother is much smarter than me. I will give him that, but life has a way of balancing things out.
I still have my hair (knock wood), its not gone completely gray yet AND I have the looks AND I have a blog! Does big bubba have those things? I think not! So there you have it. He has the brains, I have the looks and a blog so what else is there in life? But let me degrease. I feel sorry for my baby brother.... Yeah right! In a pigs eye hole! YEAH! I SO RAWK! Aren't you glad I am a humble man! Just think what I would be like without my truckloads of humility.
If or when big bubba reads this entry I'm dead meat in oh so many ways! He will think.., "Does Daveman have a death wish?".., to which I would say.., "Yeah, maybe I do! What ya gunna do about it!?" and he would say, "I'm gunna pound your face in, like hamburger meat!" and I would say..., "Oh yeah!? HEY, MOM! MAV JUST SAID YOU'RE STUPID!".., and then I would run my butt off just as in the old days.., err.., except at a slower gait.
Okay - reality check; My older brother and I are well past those adolescent rituals. We left those childish antics behind umpteen years and years ago thus big bro and I get along really well. After all, big bro, I concede, is the superior intellect, and I am superior to baby brother's microbial sized IQ..., and well.. need I remind you about my good looks and major kickin' blog? I SO RAWK, BABY! Even my wrinkles are looking good! Things really do balance out in life. Sometimes. Woot! **as dave walks away, you even notice his gimpy limp is extra sexy this morning**
Posted at 06:59 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Once Upon a Time, many years ago.., in a galaxy far, far, away... It was around three o'clock in the morning, and the party was winding down. I excused myself and promptly left. Thirty miles later the interstate hardly any traffic at all. Suddenly I felt like I was being watched - an unearthly feeling. I looked in the rear view mirror casually and back to the road ahead.
That creepy sensation hit me again.., this time it was as if something or someone had breathed on my neck.., the hairs standing on end.., I was REALLY creeped out. Again my eyes drifted to the rear view mirror... EYES! Eyes from the darkness.., large eyes and heavy breath accompanied by a deep groan - it was in my back seat!
I locked the breaks up tight, tires squalling - the car sent sliding sideways of the pavement. The door flung open and I was gone outta my precious ride in a heartbeat. The scene was so surreal as I stood some fifteen or twenty feet away watching my car expecting something horrible to come tearing through metal, its fangs and claws ready to rip me to shreds - or perhaps leave me alive and wounded to turn into a nocturnal creature of the night.
Nothing. I waited a minute more and slowly approached the car reassuring myself it was all my imagination, perhaps exhaustion from the late night extravaganza. Closer I edged. The interior dome light was on.., closer, I could see nothing... next to the car now and... its head popped up ..., "Woof! Woof!"
That ding dang party host's dog had hijacked my car at the party!!!! A beautiful black Labrador. That misadventure taught me - keep the windows rolled up when visiting other people for any reason. I took the dog back the next afternoon - and the dude laughed his Heiney off upon my recap of earlier events. And yes, before leaving, the back seats were examined.
Posted at 09:14 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
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