As I sit here, watching an amazing American League Championship Series game between the Kansas City Royals and the Baltimore Orioles, it has dawned on me that I have not blogged in a while.
A long while.
Does that make me a poor blogger? A non-blogging blogger? A blogger with “blogger’s block? Hmm. It’s not that I’m lazy, although the Mrs. may say different….
“Oh yeah, hon? Who asked for your opinion? I’ll have you know that I’ve been blogging since..”
Nevermind, I digress.
I haven’t blogged in a while. It’s not easy. You have to be inspired when you blog. You have to have a topic on which to do so. You have to be “in the zone”. You have to be in the frame of mind to punch away hundreds of words on a keyboard.
Thousands of words.
Or do I?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words so maybe if I come up with a topic or even an idea and throw in a few pictures it can become a nice lengthy blog. A blog of about 26 thousand or so words.
Insert sinister laugh here.
I’ve got it! Hang on to your wigs and house keys folks, I’m taking you all for a little trip through a wax museum. Ignore the quality of my pictures, they were taken with a cell phone.
“Just me and Nick Cage hangin’ out”.
“Hey Johnny, get outta the way. My fans can’t see me”
“Hulk smash puny Felix!”
“Oh yeah, that’s what you think Hulk!”
“I got your back, John”.
Man in black. Dude in t-shirt.
I tell Bruce never to take the bad guys on with out me but does he listen?
“Hey Whoopi, help me out with some hair”.
Bond. James Bond.
Rotger. Felix Rotger.
“Seriously Bill, you brought her along?”
“I need an answer now! They’re breathing down my neck!”
“THERE! RIGHT THERE! WHAT’S HE DOING?”
“Can I get ESPN radio on this?”
“Wait Jesse, let me get your autograph!”
And Diana Ross too.
“I taught Mr. Hendrix everything he knows”.
Hang on Mr Gretzky, I want that puck as a souvenir.
Good guys wear capes.
Oh, and my friend, Muhammed.
Photo-op and Don King doesn’t do anything with his hair. Sheesh…
“Hey Felix, where are you going after this?”
“ I’m going to Disney!”
Justin, you have to learn how to tie your own bow ties, man…
Me and Piffy Poofy.
Or Puffy Piffy.
I don’t really care.
Mmmmm! Just like grandma used to make, Lucy.
Rihanna is such a flirt.
So there it is my friends, my first blog in months. This will have do for now considering all the work that went into this between innings. Now, if you will excuse me as I get back to this here baseball game.
As I am,