Cat's got my Tongue - sorta.

I find myself in the midst of a wee-bit of blog-performance anxiety... I have always KNOWN I am NOT a writer by any stretch of the imagination, I know no one comes here to read my words for the sake of basking in literary greatness...BUT Damnit! Suddenly after stumbling into quite a few well-written, insightful, informative, funny blogs, I can't begin to think of what I have to say here.

So, go check out THIS blog today instead of mine: Redonka

I suppose there IS this one little thing I could mention: Once again I have attempted to invite Kurk Vonnegut to another art exhibition... This time via his MySpace Account. I like the tiny feeling of excitement I get at the thought that Mr. Vonnegut would surprise me and actually show up. I truly doubt he is actually the propietor of this MySpace account - but HEY! it is part of my sick little fantasy to think that I have direct access to him none-the-less. I still have the hots for him even though he is 80-something, I just love the way his mind works, AND he is an artist!

Yep, sorry G, I would still "do" him - and wouldn't even make him put out his cigarette.