Made in the 80's

I feel confident enough to say that most of us living here on the world today, can all refer back to an era in our lives and say:

'There is little I can say about the 50's'

'Yeah, the 60's - my parents day and age'

'In the 70's my mother was more trouble to her parents than I was to her in the 90's'

'My dad did the worse job at singing 'Hey Mickey' in the 80's'

We bunch an entire 10 years together, create a group memory for them and slap a decade label on them.

What will we do from 2000 and forward? Say 'back in the twenty-thirties'? I don't think so. I think that those of us who are fortunate enough to be able to spread a reminiscence to a decade are lucky!

Theories of a Saturday evening

...Just Saying

Graphologists do not analyze type for a reason

I think you can learn so much about a person simply by looking at their written word. In typing, there is so much lost.

Debatable... you can express how you feel through colors or fonts - that someone else has created for you. There is no art, there is no craft, there is no personality.

Bubbles

I am not sure why, but when I was a kid I used to think I could make a wish for every bubble. A wish a bubble - now if only bubbles were wishes; and if only I believed that every wish came true.

If the world had been designed on a post-it with a pencil...

We would get greynbows when it rained.

only today...

...I have really profound thoughts on Thursdays, while trying to make it through the week.

Oh and just in case you were wondering - yes, I am still the tacoman

tootsie rolls

Additional Monday thoughts....

The thing about Mondays -

is that you're at the very beginning of the week, but you're also one day closer to the weekend than you were the day before.

My Mini Pooper Bobblehead

"Why do they bother making m&m's different colors if they all taste the same?"

The mouse in my head (part 3)

Food for thought?

The mouse in my head (part 2)

This is me

This is my head

This is the mouse inside my head - it is an athletic mouse that does not tire

This is my chaperone

iPod - when one does not want to be left alone with ones thoughts

The mouse in my head (part 1)

I am always thinking about something

Most of the time there is something in my head

Sometimes I cannot stop thinking

I barely ever not have anything on my mind

Never does my brain stop

My thoughts for this new 'Official' South Florida rain season

Lola in rubber boots.

Seriously though. If you think about it, what dog really needs a raincoat if it doesn't have rain boots to go with it?

It rains, it falls on the grass, it is very wet, you take your dog out, it has to step on the grass, so it's legs get wet - not nice - bad dog owner!

The last thing I have to say about this subject is: These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

This is the true story of Dust, the bunny.

Hi name was dust. haha

He was a bunny.

He was born in a closet.

He mainly smelled of dust.

He did not have many friends.

Correction, he had no friends.

I feel now is the time to remind you

This story, although you may not believe me,

Is true.

Dust lived in the dark.

Until one day he was swept out of the closet.

(No this is not going where you think it is. Stop making things up in your head, this story is true I tell you)

And he had his first and only sighting of the world, until...

He met the dust pan!

The conversation went:

Dust Bunny: bfhdbgbjnasuds, fbfbcans! sdjfnhnvadma

Dust Pan: dmf jkagch jabse. fjdsb fbqac

I know, you don't speak dust, so I will translate.

Dust Bunny: Hi, I understand your name is dust pan. We have so much in common already, I bet we will be best friends forever and ever!

Dust Pan: Yes, hop on my back, we can run through the prairie together! NOT!!! You silly sucker, I hate dust bunnies, I eat them for breakfast!

And so the dust bunny was dumped in the trash.

And now lives in a giant land fill somewhere.

The moral of the story (According to Dust Bunny): Don't talk to strangers. Especially not ones called Dust Pan

The moral of the story (According to Dust Pan): Dust bunnies are stupid, and smell bad. Throw them all in the trash

The moral of the story (According to me): The moral of this story is useless to anyone who is not a dust bunny or a dust pan. And, If you are a dust bunny, or a dust pan, you wont ever read this story. And you suck

Oh My Egg, It's Raining Fuzz

In A Hot Pink World...

Crayon naming conventions... by Yaro

ToYs

I remember growing up there were those toys that I did not understand, but loved to play with.

Not knowing what the purpose was... how beautiful/stupid is that? Fuuun - Fun!

Then, there were the toys that I did not understand and did not like to play with and that just always seemed worthless and which the wold would be a better place without. They now remind me of being at a doctors office.

Finally, there are those toys that I plain out do not understand.

Things I did not know... did you know that...

Someone has a 'real boy' (as heard in Pinocchio), chia pet!

This one is a poser

Also...

hold on to your pants...

if you visit http://www.chiapet.com/ you can also buy:

The Clapper!!!...

AND...

The Clapper Plus

SHOCKER?!?!?!

Got packed in lunch last night for flight...

Zero hour nine a.m.

And I'm gonna be packed in a box til then

I'm stuffed with beans so much and tons of cheese

It's crowded in this box

On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time

Till lettuce brings me round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

Oh no no no I'm a Taco Man

Taco Man please don't eat me leave me here alone

When your name is Pistachio...

and you're "the little boy that woodn't" you have no hope. None whatsoever in life.

My Pukey green smiley disappeared from my ichat!

And that's about all I have to say about the subject. Except for: Why, oh, why?!?!?! How do I get it back?

no need to say more

Hoping to obtain energy from light....

So I turned into Oscar the Grouch...

NOT LIKELY!

Turned green with Envy?

NOPE!

Turned into a plant!

HAHA

Chose plant pigment as the drink of the day in hopes to soak up some warm sun (...sound of birds chirping...), but it is not yet happening. If I keep waiting for it to warm up I may grow some roots.

Food for Thought

Literally. My envy of the day... the taco.

Food that is not designed to be eaten. It is designed to be yummy and MAKE you twist your head to enjoy it!

Oh why can't I be like the taco...

When dogs drive... Pigs will fly

Now What...?

"If I had a world of my own...

everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

Things I though about today

The food pyramid according to Yaro

Analizing Stick Figures

Such a simple figure originating so many questions. One would think that I would have better things to do or blog about on this swell Friday morning. And I probably do, but I find myself intrigued and compelled to write this extremely short analysis.

In case you wonder, It all started when I was doodling on a notepad and ended up with a stick figure small imaginary being of human form that has magical powers (aka fairy). And because at the present moment I did not have a scanner I made the effort to duplicate the image digitally. So I began to wonder...

Why is it that when we draw stick figures, they generally have abnormally large, perfectly round heads? And then the wondering continued... and I remember when I was younger and had to pass psychological screenings at school, they would ask us to make a drawing of ourselves. I remember being told that what direction the arms point is important, that if the arms were up that meant happiness. So I wondered why stick figures' arms are generally pointing down. But then I thought... well... I'll be damned! I have never walked around with my arms up. That is plain stupid!

I proceeded to research the origin of stick figures and came to find that they apparently root all the way back to prehistoric art! Other than that, there is not much other information on these so-called stickmen!

Stick figures have not changed much through time. There are two main observations. 1. With time, they become more geometrical. But I think that the main reason is observation number 2. More than the man itself, the medium is what has changed. And to beautifully illustrate this enlightening conclusion I have attached three representative images of this shift.

Sometimes... I'm in my own doghouse

The conversion of something abstract into another form

A formal expression of opinion or intention

Action of solving a problem

Process of reducing or separating something into its components

The degree of detail visible in a photographic or television image

While trying to figure out what my new years resolution was going to be for this new year I decided to find out what resolution really means. In my dictionary journey I was shocked to find that unlike "resolute" (admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering) resolution is a synonym to "resolve" (or to settle to find a solution).

I say no to resolution to resolve and yes to resolution to be resolute!!!