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I'm an artist, an educator, Pastafarian and I write. I also will gamble on just about anything. And I like unusual juxtaposition, but I love my wife...and beer. This blog is observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while. Oh, and I mispell alot.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


One Of My Very Own...

EMAIL: ralph.henry.at.folio.olio@gmail.com

After scratching their balls it is every man's duty to smell their fingers.


Not necessarily beautiful photography, yet beautiful images. There is a difference.


Story Time: When my bartender was growing up, she had to not only finish everything on her plate, but she also had to "work" her plate. I want you to think long and hard what that could possibly mean and I will rejoin this conversation later.


All you new viewers should know I have a huge collection of hearts of stone.

Email from my nephew:

"I have "camping" plates on my truck. I so much wanted to have "Rul39" put on them, but I knew no one would ever get what it meant and there would always be a lot of explaining."

"Work" one's plate involved eating so that the last bite included one bit of everything on the plate...last dab of mashed potatoes, the last bite of chicken, a few peas, the last bite of bread. That is how that child was raised.


 Can't you just hear that?

 I wonder how many people get that.

Fort Bourtange, the Netherlands

Can you imagine having to storm that thing?


Le Sphinx était une maison close parisienne de luxe ouverte en 1931 et fermée en 1946, située au 31, boulevard Edgar-Quinet à Paris. Le Sphinx se distinguait par une architecture et des décors d'inspiration néo-égyptienne. Il faisait partie des établissements...

That, Gentle Reader, is what I call laughing with your whole face.

Thank you photoshop guy...

I have a love/hate relationship with beer. I love drinking it and I hate not having enough of it.


Scientists at the Oak Ridge National Laboratory in Tennessee have just discovered a cheap chemical process to change CO2 in the atmosphere into ethanol.

Their finding have been peer-reviewed and published in the Journal of “ChemistrySelect.”
I tried to read the article, but was soon lost; but you may like it:

Jack Nicholson in Little Shop of Horrors.

Hardly anyone remembers him being in it. He spoke with a high-pitched voice and was...hilarious.


 [god on LSD creating Donald Trump]
What if a car alarm that constantly goes off for no reason were a person?


Mannequins doing the human challenge...

How they make popcorn in China...

How day do dat?

The 1950s: When real men taught their sons useful skills, like underwater anaconda wrestling.

I will bet money this is from Russia...

There seems to be a recurring theme here...
 This is why we can't have nice things...

 My apologies to Tom Cruise. I honestly thought that Scientologists dug up and studied old scientists.


 Please, you true believers, think about that a moment. A talking bush gave an entire "race" the rules to life, and then they immediately disregard them...

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