What's the Big Idea? Doodles?

Here's an idea.  When I have no idea for my journal, just print one of my doodles.  Here are some past examples, starting with "Imp" from yesterday.

 

 

Your Artistic Blogger,  Chuck.

Another Doodle --Imp

Just another one of my doodles.  No particular story.

More About Valentine Candy Hearts

I was sitting across the table from two genteel and proper ladies at a church social.  One picked up one of the valentine candy hearts and read the slogan.  She gasped and turned to her friend. 

"This has got to be a misprint, don't you think?"

The other lady read the slogan, giggled and said, "Oh, MY, yes," and popped it in her mouth.

None of the rest of us got to see what the embarrassing candy said.

Patrick's Sunday Seven -- Candy Hearts

Come up with seven messages, naughty or nice (but not too naughty!), that you'd like to see printed on those heart-shaped Valentine's Day candies.

1- YOUR PLACE OR MINE?

2- DO YOU TAKE CHECKS?

3- I'M NOT WEARING ANY

4- WILL YOU RESPECT ME TOMORROW?

5- IT'S BETTER BEHIND THE BARN

6- I FORGOT TO BRING MINE

7- DIDN'T I SEE YOU ON JEOPARDY?

Patrick's Saturday Six

Patrick asks us....(<- Link)

1. A friend arrives from out of town and wants to go to dinner at a nice locally-owned restaurant: where would you take her? One of the chains, say Applebee's or House of Pies, or a special treat would be the Chinese restaurant featuring Japanese cuisine cooked right at your table, with flames jumping to the ceiling, and the chef weilding knives and serving your plate right from the large grill in front of you... called Tepenyaki.  Benihana's does Tepenyaki

2. Your friend then says he wants to learn something about the history of your city: where would you take him first? Out to the lake to see the walls built by Chinese manual labor over a hundred years ago.  They still mark the boundaries of old estates.  And the bridge under which the swallows come to nest each year... on the same specific date.  How do they know that?

3. Does your current hometown have any specific kind of weather threats (i.e., tornado alley, etc.) or natural disaster threats (i.e., earthquake faults, volcanic activity) that concerns you? All of Califonia is riddled with earthquake faults.  We live near the famous San Andreas fault, the caused the San Francisco quake and fire.  I might run a friend over to see remnants of thoses quakes.

4. Take the quiz: What city shares your personality? Boston... well, why not.  I loved it.

5. Have you ever visited this city or lived there before? Yes, visited.  Loved the historic flavor.  Liked walking where John Adams, John Quincy Adams, and Paul Revere walked.

6. Based on what you know about that city, either firsthand or from others, do you think it would be a good fit for you? Do you think it would be a better fit than the

city in which you now live? No, not likely.  I am a California boy.  New England would not be to my liking.

On Sale -- Fpr Rea;

Most "sales" aren't really bargains.  Merchants knock off a little bit of their profit margin and call it a "sale".  Sometimes they merely bring prices down to what they ought to be from their ghastly inflated prices.

Today the local Merwyns had a real sale.  Prices were down to a quarter or less of the usual mark.  So I scooted to the mall (between rain showers).  Trouble is, I wasn't the only one who knew about that sale.  Everyone in town was there, loading up with all they could carry.  On my scooter I could barely get through the crowds, and I couldn't get near the counters piled high with goods.  I finally found one shirt my size that I would have liked.  It was a $24 dollar shirt marked down to $6.  I could have saved $18,  Wow.

But the line at the cashier was so long that I decided not to wait.  How long would you stand in line if they were PAYING you $18, I asked myself. So, even though I sit (on my scooter) while I am "standing" in line, I decided not to buy.  I laid the shirt on a nearby counter and scooted out.  "I didn't want that shirt, anyway," I told myself.

As long as I was there, I thought I might as well go to the drug store for sardines, diet seven-up, and "c" cells.  Alas, they were out of sardines in oil, seven-up was no less than the local market, and C cells were over two dollars each.  I left empty handed.

It was a good to get out for a while.

Monday Photo Shoot -- Someone's Eyes

John Scalzi in By the Way asks us to shoot someone's eyes, put them in our journal and post a link in his blog.

Here are my eyes.  One real and one prosthetic.  I'm not telling which is which.  The prosthesis was one of the best  had ever had and was made by the technician at Vetran's Administration in San Francisco -- a real artist.

Eventually my physiology changed and it had to be replaced.  The replacement lacks expression and reality, but I am not showing that one.