I love me some funny. Not the joke telling kind, the kind that we find in every day life. One of the greatest gifts my dad gave me was seeing the humor in things. It get’s me through. Most times I have to work for it, looking for the incongruities and goofy paradoxes, trying to put two things together that don’t belong. Like pie charts and art. But once in a while, funny just comes to the door, special delivery. Mr. Fedex just dropped a big round package of funny right on the front stoop.
I’m on facebook, not really for social reasons, I don’t read what people are up to each day, though I have connected with lots of lost friends. Like any entrepreneur, I will be using it to announce stuff and maybe drum up a little business. Most all of my friends are artists and all are my age or older. (I promise not to do the “Larry wants you to become a fan of Larry” thing, I don’t get that). Anyway, where there’s a venue, the entrepreneurial spirit will find a way in. Here’s a good example. I get “friended” by this young hottie, I thought, “must be a young artist”, buuuut, when I got this message from her, I knew the deal. Clearly she did not, as she suggests, find my visage familiar. So I went to her page and noticed that all 400 of her friends were men. This could be a missed opportunity for me, I suppose, maybe she really is into older psych patient types with severe glaucoma. Guess I’ll never know.