By W.R. Jones
No, not the World Series. Two, count ’em, two paintings of the same a similar object. I’m really feeling a kinship with Monet and his haystacks. I probably shouldn’t be here screwing around on the computer with you all. I should be at home manning the phones for the plethora of calls bound to come in from collectors throughout the known world.
Speaking of the World Series, I watched a few minutes of a baseball game the other day. Goodness, that is a tedious pastime. I just don’t get it, that game is so boring you really need a logarithmic scale to keep it on the page. All the players and coaches and managers are so stuptified they have to chew something and spit to keep from falling into a coma.
In all the years this game has been played has there ever been an adult associated with this pastime? Did ANYONE ever think, “I’ve noticed we are setting a bad example for the children with this chewing and spitting. Perhaps we should save it for when we are not on national TV.” Nope, generation after generation after generation of thoughtless assholes continue the practice. Is there any other occupation where everybody stands around chewing their cud?
NOTE BENE: If you are one of those angry people like Lisa, do not read the following paragraph until you have placed your (cash or gold bullion) bid for this wonderful little watercolor.
I’m making myself angry. Oh, oh – I heard on the radio that studies show upbeat happy people who are active live longer. I could visualize one of you angry types hearing this news then screaming “MOTHERF..ER!” and dying on the spot.