Monday, February 16, 2009

Lowering your expectations

My old high school friend and now fellow blogger, Russell, has been very complimentary of my blog, even going so far as to link one of my posts on one of his. I really appreciate this (honest Russ, I do), but now I am afraid that any of his faithful readers who may happen to wander over to my site will be expecting something brilliant and witty with every word that comes from my keyboard. Sheesh, that's a lot to live up to, you know? So, until I finish with more brilliance in the form of Chapter 2 of my 'unpublished manuscript', allow me to lower your expectations a little, so that when I finally get around to posting it, you will be all the more dazzled.

In many ways, I have decided that I will never really grow up, so you will get to know me a little better when I tell you that I found this particularly funny (click on that). That's just the kind of person I am. See? I'm really a simple-minded doofus who is slightly sick & twisted.

That's why this sign (that I see every time I drive to the Outer Banks) will never NOT be funny to me.

And I always wonder - is that what killed these people?

What's that noise? Oh, it's just my mother going "tsk, tsk" in dismay.


Russ said...

A little pressure to perform is good for the soul and the creative muse. I am sure my readers won't be bored after reading my spellbinding tomes beach nourishment and the stimulus package.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Ahhh .... Dirty Dicks. Being truthful in my blogdom, let me just say Mr. Hawthorne had bad oysters there and the cook wouldn't even acknowledge it when I sent it back. Just sent the waitress out to tell me the oysters were fine. Well, HELL NO, the oyster I had was BAD.

At Taste of the Beach last year, the first appetizer I had was an oyster thingie. And the first oyster I had was bad. Of course, I'm the trooper. And trooped on.

This happens. And I dont' mind the occasional bad O.

Had I mentioned this to Mike Kelly, I'm sure he would have sent out dozens of oysters rockefeller,
oysters julienne,(named after his daughter), and oysters casino (if there is such a thing), to our table.

Mike Kelly is good that way.
He's the consummate host and I'm so looking forward for his Taste of the Beach Menu on March 6.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

OMG, Ticky, the last passphrase I had to copy and put in to even post a comment was "dicsit." I am totally 12.

Now, it's runkines!

Kathy said...

Sorry, I didn't realize the passphrase was there. I took it off.