Over at BoingBoing.net – they had a link to take a look at the website/work of this guy Scott Teplin . . . who just happens to be a friend of mine.

So I figured that you all should probably know all about it (all) too!

And, of course, I am nodding to the (potential) fact that I have a friend that is . . . I just figured that you should maybe know about that part – was all that I was saying – you know about the friend stuff – and stuff.

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Go take a look!

Howdy gang!

So – I think that this “put a something on top of this here blog almost – just about – every day (during the week)” game that I have been playing has been pretty successful . . .

What say do you say?!

Now – though – I think that I will slumber for a bit – and take a hot minute off. But hey Gertrude . . . don’t you crease your pretty little head . . . because I will be back – and better (worser) than ever – with my brand new sweater(s).

So thanks for playing – and see you on Monday January the 8th!

I just can’t wait . . . no – seriously – I just can’t wait even a bit.

Tootles

N. Bumpercar

Here are a few signs that I figured needed a good “taking a picture of” treatment. They all live on Candler Road – just around the corner from the old homestead – and I was lucky enough to have a nice shiny day and a spot of time on the day before I hit the road to go out and photograph them.

Of course – it is a pretty frustrating exercise because as soon as I started putting these up – I realized all of the things that I missed taking pictures of . . . boo to me for running out of time. I guess if you are ever near one of the “Sockman” locations or the penguin ice cream sign over by Emory that I designed – or stuff like that . . . then I sure would appreciate you snapping a shot and sending it my way.

Ooh – and and and if/when you do get a chance to send some pictures my way – if you could be a real pal and slather the digital file with bar-b-q sauce and five glasses of sweet tea . . . you would surely win some sort of gold star for the day . . . without the sauce and tea – only a silver star is up for grabs . . . sorry – but (the) times are tough – and I don’t want to spoil anyone.