A couple of excellent bart simpson pictures I found:
Bart Simpson’s Hair – Why I’m Talking to Myself
Persona by Boogies with Fish
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Now that I have all of these photos loaded onto my WordPress page, I am questioning how to write a thing that makes some kind of sense. In instances such as this my typical ploy is to abandon any hope of writing anything which pleases me and place the job off till tomorrow. Nevertheless, I have a deadline. It is 8PM and I want to be ready to drink some kava an hour former to I’d like to sleep. It worked the last two nights. I got a lot more sleep than I have for a lengthy time and I felt fantastic in the morning. I’m going to write about kava soon. So, given that I can’t place it off, I’ll write nonsense. It probably fits the subject matter far better anyway.
As the title implies, the subject is twofold. Here is Bart Simpson’s Hair:
Okay, does that give you some thought of exactly where we are going with this? Fasten your seat belts.
I’m going to the kitchen now to get some cookies . . . okay, I’m back. Hmmmmm . . . tasty. The other topic, which I made you feel has some thing to do with Bart Simpson’s hair but it does not, is Why I’m Talking to Myself.
I never employed to do that – talk to myself – at least not considerably. I’d let slip, "Idiot!" or "You ancient fool." or some thing similarly self- deprecating, but I had no serious conversations. Even now, my solo exchanges are generally not directed to me, but because there is no one else about (I attempt not to do this when others may possibly be observing.) one might be prone to suspect that my brain is performing a small recursive boogaloo. I don’t know if this is hearty or not, but it is making me really feel far better.
So, who do I talk to?
Not far from Bart’s hair I identified this disgusting, encrusting sponge trying to strangle a branch of black coral:
See, I’m going to do that to you. I’ll go along as if I have something fascinating to say and when I sense you nodding off, I’ll throw a bean bag at you. The persona above is trying to connect up some wires in my brain among it and Sponge Bob Squarepants. Okay, time for yet another cookie. Hey, I demand some milk.
Mainly I speak to two entities. I nearly certainly invest the most time conversing with Eunie. She was usually a very excellent listener. I question her for suggestions. Then I believe about what she would tell me if she had been sitting subsequent to me or we were having a walk via the woods. The surprising thing is that what I hear in my head, or rather what I make up from the million memories of how she was, seems really real to me. It can’t be so far off from what she would have mentioned. Very frequently it makes me laugh.
Tonight I had a ham sandwich. The ham had been in the freezer for I don’t know how many months. I got it out of the freezer a week or so ago. It didn’t appear terrible, but I cannot smell it, of course. I’m consistently concerned that I will poison myself. I quit thinking about suicide about a month ago, primarily simply because I couldn’t stand the believed of the colossal mess it would leave behind for my pals to clean up. So, taking into account that that possibility is off the table, I’ve gone back to a less hair-raising and reckless being. I in fact don’t want to die now. One thing intriguing may happen. I call that progress. I also had ten-day-ancient steamed broccoli which had nothing apparent growing on it. I do not know why I feel compelled to tell you what I’m consuming – cookies, ham sandwiches, broccoli. I’ve been doing it for some time now.
Here is some whip coral at Magic Passage:
No, I’m not going to clarify why it’s referred to as whip coral. I do not really feel pedantic tonight. In truth, I don’t feel a lot of something. That’s amusing. I haven’t had any kava but. It has a weird calming effect which my pleasant Dr. Mackerel told me about. I told him no Prozac, so he mentioned to try kava. I’m going to do this without having main drugs. As I mentioned, I’ll get to that later. It’ll be a hoot!
Talking to Eunie is enjoyable. I close my eyes and see that surreal half-smile which mentioned, "I’m watching you, you crazy guy." Man, I loved that smile. I carry it on my shoulder.
Typically, even though – about a hundred times a day, I need to have to unload on or seek counsel with a person with far more clout. Eunie is my gentle advisor. When I need the heavy artillery, I speak to God. I talk out loud, like I do with Eunie.
It’s significantly more hard for me to imagine what God is saying back. Certainly, I do not hear anything. I’m not that far gone. I also have to admit that I don’t know as significantly about God as I do Eunie. The truth is that you never ever know what God is up to. I do trust that it is all going to perform out in the end, but man, in the meantime you have to be ready to catch some quickly curve balls. I was by no means any excellent at baseball. Right after teams were chosen, I was often the 1 guy left standing there staring at my toes sticking out of the end of my sneakers.
I do seem to be getting some answers lately. The fantastic questions stay mysteries, but some of the small ones are falling into place. So, I’m calling these productive conversations. There are fewer swords hanging more than my head. I’m not worried to appear in my mailbox any much more. Part of that is simply because I cannot picture what may possibly happen that has not already happened. There’s a particular comfort in realizing that the only issues left to lose are things that genuinely don’t matter that a lot. It’s tremendously liberating. Income – EHHH! There will often be enough. 1 just has to adjust one’s expectations. Property – MEH! I don’t have any (Or at least I soon will not – that home is GOING, one way or yet another!) All of the rest of the stuff that I have accumulated – PFFFT! I can carry every thing I demand in a back pack and a tiny camera case. Free of charge! Free at last!
What brought that on? Hey, my kitchen is full of ants. I’m too low-cost to buy bug spray any far more. That is off the shopping list. Beside, they do not eat much – only what I have dropped or slopped. There are a couple of dead ones floating in my milk. At least I hope they are dead. If they are not, they are in for really a ride.
Does this appear like a giant corkscrew to you?
I estimate I mainly talk to myself because I am so utilized to getting an individual about to speak to and I just cannot stop simply because she’s not here now. I’ve noticed that I am significantly far more talkative than I employed to be when buddies are about. I hope that is not a poor trend. I have noticed that flick of the eyes to one more which says, "When is he going to shut up?" I’m on the lookout for it.
This is the model which was utilized for The Blob  in the original movie starring Steve McQueen:
It’s about a metre wide. They had to scale it up and make it mobile for the movie. Inert blobs aren’t very scary and they get real hungry. This 1 is honestly immobile.
I do not anticipate obtaining any other conversation partners for my lonely silent times when I’m suspicion chatty. Who else would there be, Elvis? John Belushi? Jack Kerouac?
No, not them. If I talked to any person else it would be absent pals, the living type. There are so numerous who I want to invest an evening with in silent discourse.
Speaking of friends, I’m going to take benefit of you and sneak in a couple of really amusing pictures sent to me by Alison Raynor of Toogoolawah in Queensland. Here is what she wrote to me:
I’ve been on the road a honest bit in the last couple of days and this 6ft carpet snake (a widespread constricting python) crossed our path yesterday. We stopped for a look and he stopped to geek my camera… such a pretty snake, you must see the size of their mouths and fangs though……EEEEK! This 1 would be able to swallow an animal or bird loads larger than its own body weight and size:
Okay, Ali. How close are you going to get to this thing?
Okay, I’m impressed.
Nowadays, I washed-out a honest quantity of time getting lawns mowed. No, I didn’t mow the lawns. It’s Gosel’s job to mow the lawns. Even so somebody has to haul his lawnmower about and get him to the grass which requirements cutting. That’s what I did right now. Thrilling, eh? Here is Gosel mowing a lawn:
I sat in there my blazing hot brand-new Nissan Navarra twin-cab utility truck. I didn’t particularly want to get your hands on a new automobile, but Eunie wanted 1. Her ancient red truck was acquiring rusty and she did not like that. Anyway, I’m glad now that I have it. It is like money in the bank, not that money in the bank is any guarantee of security. And, I possibly have a vehicle which will serve me for the rest of my life. Hey, my dog Sheba has a brilliant likelihood of outlasting me. I’m not planting any a lot more trees either. Like several other points which I am learning, there is a particular comfort here.
I got bored reading Hollywood Crows  by Joseph Wambaugh, so I had a nice, lengthy conversation with Eunie.
Bart Simpson
Persona by Ravensky
Bart writing a few sayings on the chalkboard.
Bart Simpson, about to be smushed
Persona by massdistraction
My son left his powerbook open last night. As I was closing it I noticed this miniature Bart Simpson.