My friend Rocco says that my blog template is boring.

I tried to explain to him that, well, I'm boring, but he just doesn't understand that. I don't think that his personal ethos would allow him to say that he is boring, whereas, since I'm all humble and stuff, I like saying that I'm boring.

Then he said that my blog name - Fat Charlie the Archangel - was also boring.

Well, it could have been Eyore  -


                              


Here's a wild donkey that Ethel and her brother Bill saw out in Hell's Canyon while they were visiting (Bill's family was visiting, not the donkey - the donkeys live here (how come the plural of "donkey" is "donkeys", and not "donkies"?)) - or, rather, the donkeys live in Hell's Canyon. They don't live here, because, as I'm typing this, it's lunchtime in Scott$dale, and we don't have herds of wild donkeys roaming around Scott$dale - but if we did, they'd be fashionable donkeys (and the plural would "donkettes").

You know what? I am boring. And I think that that's cool. I'm sort of like a wild donkey would be in Scott$dale - wandering around, amazed at all the fuss, and completely nondescript. The Scott$daliens acknowledge that I'm here when they see me, but then their eyes pass right on by to find something more interesting to look at (and that's not hard to find, in Scott$dale).

...of course, when I say "I think that that's cool" (about being boring) that's actually sort of an oxymoron (I HATE that word. It has two accented syllables, and I simply can not say it gracefully. I'd much prefer it if it only had one accented syllable - such as "oxyMORon", or even "oxYmoron", but saying "OXyMORon" feels like I'm driving down a verbal whuppee road in an SUV with bad shock absorbers) since, by definition, if you're boring, then you're not "cool" :)

But I find my boringness to be very un-boring, because it's enjoyable.

Some years back, Ethel and I were watching the movie The Doors (be darned - why am I surprised to learn that that was Val Kilmer playing Jim Morrison?Who ELSE could do that?) and we turned it off maybe forty minute in - not because there was anything wrong with the movie per se, but because the lifestyle being portrayed was something that we found distasteful - and we had found it distasteful by the expedient of having lived through it ourselves. No, neither of us were rock stars (though not for lack of trying) but we'd both tried "party till you puke" until the party was over, and the puke was all that was left.

So, given such a background, one can learn to appreciate having a boring life - being a boring guy.

Not long ago, a friend's granddaughter - an adorable four-year-old - came into a room where Kim was, and never even saw her; then, a few minutes later, another friend walked in, wearing lots of pink and pizazz, and the little girl's eyes lit up and she immediately became engaged in conversation...Ethel was heard to say "Gee, maybe I shouldn't wear so much brown".

No, my dear. Brown looks good on you.

And it fits our lifestyle.

Boring  :)