A Con’ing We Will Go

I’m off to attend WorldCon in Denver with friend and author KC Heath - her to promote her upcoming book, Reins of Time, and me to tag along, gawk, and see how it’s done. The Corgis will vacation at a ritzy ranch out on the plains, get back in touch with their inner herd dog, and commune with their sister Corgi, Emmy. The cat is hiding out at Son One’s place. Last time I checked, he’d staked out a high bookshelf where he thinks he ‘blends’, and was being soundly ignored by resident cat Cthulhu. Cthulhu and Anubis. If any supernatural hijinks emanate from Wyoming, it’s not my fault…

I’ll try and update from WorldCon with authors we stalked and things we saw. If you get bored while I’m gone, I invite you to go check out my new website, coincidentally called Life On The Periphery. No, I didn’t actually title the site, “It’s All About Me” as my brother suspects… even though it really is All About Me.

The web site has everything from Art to Zoology (Corgis). Peruse, enjoy, test drive my contact page. If you have any stalker-ly requests for WorldCon or Denver, better get them to me now.

And a parting image for my brother, Anonymous. Merlin posed special for this one. Too bad my camera is slow and he moved. No, really!

When The Pizza Won't Come To Wyoming...

I get desperate and make my own. Only Anonymous can save me from baking my own pie in the scorching heat of August. I'm just saying...

Since my hometown is the only place I could find broccoli on a pizza (quit cringing - *g* thin sliced and topped with olive oil, it's great! ) I've made my own version numerous times. This one was bella mushroms and red peppers, however. Not that you can see that under the cheese. Mozzarella, asiago, and fontina. Imported cheese that a friend brought back from out of state for me. When you're in good pizza withdrawl, Kraft doesn't cut it.

Anyone else out there make their own pizza? What do you put on it? Anything odd, or just the straightforward? If you must resort to ordering out, what pizza place gets your call?

Corgi Thursday!

By Anonymous Request. :)

Maximus


Merlin (With Max accent)

"Anonymous" Photos

This just in. Pictures of the (in)famous "Anonymous" poster to my blog. Delivered by carrier Gnome in the middle of the night with utmost secrecy. Said Gnome promised more as long as the library paste kept flowing. (What can I say, gnomes are easy AND cheap)

First on our hit parade, the 1960's, era of bell bottoms, hippies, and banana seat bikes. "Anonymous" seemed to have missed the memo on the bell bottoms, however. Check out the highwaters on the kid on the left, the one with the slightly apprehensive look, as if he suspects popping wheelies on a banana seat bike will lead to no good. I know we lived a block from the river, but yeesh. And leather slip-ons? At least the Cuz on the right had the good sense to wear Keds, like a normal goomba.

That brings us to the late 1970's.

I know "Anonymous" will claimed he was framed, but I say he did it to himself with those disco Elton glasses. Another victim of involuntary parental photography, "Anonymous" grits his teeth and hunches his rather skinny shoulders in classic family mug shot pose.

Bonus points if "Anonymous" can identify A) the doorways he's standing between, and B) the picture his head so artfully bisects.

The 70's gave way to the late 1980's -- decade of epic disasters and benefit concerts, and apparently ushered in a era (ear?) of

Corn for the Unwashed Masses.

While "Anonymous'" mother stood in line for hours at the mall to secure a Cabbage Patch Kid for "Anonymous'" daughter, "Anonymous" ate corn. While millions watched the fall of the Berlin Wall on tv, so did "Anonymous". While eating corn.

One can only wonder if this fascination with corn outlasted the 80's. I would imagine it to be a lifelong obsession, stemming from an unfortunate covert incident on the Susquehanna River, involving a rubber raft, a cornfield, and an incredibly gullible little sister.

The late 1990's. A renaissance return to the eyewear of the 70's, a Gladiator haircut, and a Freudian beard. What message is "Anonymous" attempting to send?

--The layered look never goes out of style--

--I missed the Grunge generation and I'm playing catch up?

--Quick, bring me another Yuengling if I have to endure more photos!

--Help, my better half has a gun in my back and is forcing me to take this picture?

The world may never know, but one thing is for sure. There's more pictures where these came from, "Anonymous". I'm still waiting on some Stan Rogers CD's.

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Don't make me use the Photoshop.

It could get ugly.

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