Mute Monday R

I'm thinking of music. All of today's photos (except for the last one) are representations or hints to song titles that begin with the letter R. See how many you know or can figure out. One of them is a gimme. You can attribute at least three songs to the image.

This last one is for Grant.
It's always a good idea to include a gratuitous nude in your posts.
Even if it has very little to do with the theme of the moment

Mute Monday: "Q"is for...

Queens!

No wrest for the wheary

While others look toward the weekend with drooling, expectant grins and throbbing libidos. The leader of the non-conformists collective was preparing his followers for a new assault on his thoroughly entrenched adversary; boredom.

Sitting back with his feet propped up on his desk, toothpick gently working out a piece of popcorn from between his molars...

It's perfectly fine with me if you don't exactly understand what's goin on, nobody else does either.
I am once again on my way out of town for the weekend. This time it is to attend a wedding.
My wife's cousin is gettin hitched and the whole family is getting together to celebrate.

I have experienced weddings, both my own and those of friends, on two different continents now and although the ceremonies differ the basic ideas are the same.
Toast the bride and groom as many times as you can. This gives you the licence to imbibe beyond the norm. Find out if how many sisters the bride has and get cosy with the musicians.

There was a time when the word wedding made me shiver and squirm just like when someone drew their fingernails across the black board in high school. Nowadaaays I have changed my opinion. I feel more like the recipient of an intensive tax audit.

I have a lot in common with weddings- there is a tendency to go on longer than most people want you to and there is a feeling that you ought to care about something jussst a little more than you usually do.

Anyway, I 'm off, (my rocker) and will return with a bunch of photos and hopefully a story or two that won't make you want to puke.

If you've got a problem

with crows...

" Scarecrow Festival"

This strange fellow's face is made from scrub brushes

Too bad it was a rainy day. Must be hard to breathe in there.

Can you tell which one is the scarecrow?

Gratuitous sex scene, enjoy!

Some of these creations are truly bizarre.

Munch-munch-munch.

This one was truly spooky.

I don't think he's gonna scare anyone.

Gone fishin'.
Be back in an hour or so.

You know how these things work.
I stole this from Lime who got it from another blogger who recieved it or created it or some such thing la di da.

This is the "Finish the sentence with the 1st thought that comes to your mind" meme.

I know....that there is still much that I remain ignorant of
I believe...in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent(not really), overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
I fought....way too much when I was younger.
I am angered....by everything these days
I love...for the sake of love.
I need...a breather
I take...it where I can get it
I hear... ya, baby. I hear ya!
I drink...the finest of whiskies every chance I get
I hate...stubidity
I use...a #2 pencil when doodling
I want...wealth beyond the dreams of avarice
I like...long stemmed American Beauty roses
I feel...fine. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine...repeat
I wear...boxers
I left...a whole lotta shit behind me
I do...everything once. If I like it I do it again!
I hope...I am not fucking things up too badly
I dream....a little dream of you
I drive...people crazy all the time
I listen...or at least I try to.
I type...like a pregnant duck!
I think....I am the best damned thing since instant noodles
I wish...you were here
I am...the walrus koo koo ka choo
I regret...I didn't tell her just how much I love her.
I care...about people.
I should...start thinking about my retirement.
I said...what I said and I MEANT it!!!
I wonder.... what's on the other side.
I changed...the side of the road I drive on when I moved here.
I cry...whenever its appropriate.
I lose... a couple of gazillion of brain cells every day.
I leave...no stone unturned.




This is the "Finish the sentence with the first WORD that comes to mind" meme.

Where is your cell phone? right next to me
Your significant other? Working out with Wii fit
Your hair? Hair? Fuck you!
Your mother? Gone, but not forgotten
Your father? A bastard of unbelievable proportions (the fruit don't fall far from the treeeeeee!)
Your favorite thing? My thing
Your dream last night? Best forgotten
Your favorite drink? Strong
Your dream goal? Immortality
The room you are in? Rectangular
Your ex? Far from my thoughts
Your fear? fucking things up
Where do you want to be in six years? Living
Where were you last night? Dreamscape
What are you not? What I expected I would be
Muffins? Tease!
One of your wish list items? Orgasms by the pound!
Where you grew up? The rotten core of the Big Apple
The last thing you did? Cook a fabulous dinner
What are you wearing? My wedding band
Your TV? Meditating
Your pets? One down and one to go
Your computer? On it's last legs
Your life? Could be better
Your mood? Well, I'm here, ain't I
Missing someone? Why do you ask
Your Car? Awesome
Something you are not wearing? A condom
Favorite store? Golf One
Your summer? Varied and exciting
Like someone? Which do tou mean Am I? or Do I?
Your favorite color? Black. No, Pink No, Black!
When was the last time you laughed? look at yesterday's post.
Last time you cried? Boys don't cry.

Hittin the road

Not quite like Jack Kerouac or Hunter S. Thompson yet still with the same feeling of the need to discover what lies beyond the horizon.
That makes it sound really exciting, doesn't it?

I wish I were riding this mofo this weekend!

Actually there is work involved and pretty good work at that. I am going to be the host / toastmaster/ EmCee of a party constiting of approximately six hundred brothers and sisters of the iron horse! A massive gathering where folks will be letting off hundreds of miles of steam.

I won't be around until Monday and I am figuring that the amount of distance I put between my problems and their source will be reflected by the time it takes to resolve them.
Being on my bike lets me forget just about everything so that even if I am the greatest contributor to the hairy ball of bullshit, I can give myself a well deserved break.

Yeah, I will be posting pictures of the festivities, the band members, the other staff members, etc.
Did I mention that I am getting paid to do all this?

Sport.

I don't like the Olympics.
No, it's not the commercialism. What do I care how much money broadcasting companies pay for the right to televise the events. The posturing, the politics and jingoism that appears every two years don't really effect me all that much. After all, whenever there is a world event somebody is going to use it as a pulpit to aggrandize or grouse and bellyache about their personal peeves.

I don't really care if the opening and closing ceremonies are staged productions with computer generated effects and lip syncing children. I like cool effects and the children will not care about this stuff by next summer. I don't believe that athletes feel like sex objects because of their outfits and it's quite possible that many of them are actually quite proud of their bodies and enjoy showing them off. Go ahead, Google it yourself.This gal has some really great melons.

I like to watch all the action and to tell the truth even though I cheer the American's on, I never much care about the results. Win or lose I just love to watch champions at work.

I do not like the Olympics because of the silly questions I get from folks. Specifically: Which country are you rooting for? Who do you want to win? America or Japan? This time around it was particularly severe because of the baseball and softball competition. Yet as I was watching the games my allegiance kept switching sides. I kept cursing all the errors no matter who made them and going wild over every fine play. I felt bad that Japan got their asses handed to them but I am even more pissed off that America didn't get the gold.
I wonder I I could get enough money together to afford a London vacation. I sure would like to see the spectacle with my own eyes instead of the Cyclopean one