Fortune Cookies, Furry Women, and Elephants Named Carlisle. Not Interested? You Should Be.

BREAKING NEWS!!!

For the first time in recorded history, meteorologists have made an accurate weather prediction for the little town I call home. It's about time. Maybe I'm being too harsh. Does anyone ever think about these meteorologists? I mean, we don't really know who they are. Those people we listen to- they're just weather reporters. Sure, some of them might be professional meteorologists, but I'd bet a whole lot of them are just people who can read well and know where to insert the proper inflection. Maybe these faceless meteorologists are the underdog. And maybe these weather reporters have all the power who get their forecasts from fortune cookies. 

But probably not. An interesting thought nonetheless.

Moving on...

Today I discovered fur seals. That's a lie. Let me rephrase that. Today I learned of fur seals. Charming little things. Unlike other adult seals, they have fur. ALLLLLLLL THE TIIIIIIIIIME. It doesn't get much better than that. I mean who doesn't want a furry coat 24-7?? (Mumbled answer: Probably most women.)Anyway, they're awesome (fur seals, not furry women) so I wanted to share some pictures of them:

 

(National Geographic)

Condiments and Fading Sense

Greetings Non-readers!

Have you missed me? Unless my one and only post was the one and only thing you've ever read, I doubt it left you craving more. Either way, I'm back whether you like it or not. What do I care anyway? I'm writing to myself, after all.

This whole blog thing is actually quite relishing. Just without the condiments. I like the freedom to say whatever I want. However I want. To whoever I want. Whenever I want. Although posts like this make me wish I wasn't permitted to be so liberal. I'm only embarrassing myself. Well, before I discredit myself any further, I'll casually

fade

into

the

background,

hoping you'll forget I was ever here at all..........

(Oh, and here are some pictures. Simple, but mine.)

Until a later tomorrow...

OTG >8[=]

Taking Over the World Tissue by Tissue...

Please, just bear with me for this one post before you deem my blog unworthy.

Hi. You can call me Oscar. (Did you catch on to the cliché reference?) This is my first blog and therefore, post. Ever. Yes, hard to believe, but I have indeed spent my entire existence... blog-less. To the world of bloggers, one might call it "barren."

But now...

I'm ready to conceive...

Thoughts and ideas, of course.



A friend of mine created a blog a few months ago and in all honesty, I was embarrassed for him. The idea of welcoming complete strangers to read and comment on thoughts, ideas, and whatever else I prefer to keep private, seemed ridiculous. As I read his first post, I kept thinking, "You want EVERYONE to be able to see this?? Why would you want EVERYONE to be able to see this?!" I've come to realize, though, that's it's not about that. It's about sharing your ideals and making yourself known as an individual. Taking your natural born right of freedom of speech and using it to the full. Making your mark on the world post by post!

Okay, that's total trash. But you should have known- this is the garbage can, after all.

Seriously, though, I started drawing again and thought it'd be nice to have somewhere to put the pictures. I also enjoy writing and commentary is supported here. It also occurred to me that for the most part, people couldn't care less that you have a blog or about what it says so no one's going to read it anyway. All of that translated to me as: GO FOR IT.

And that brings us here today.

Until a later tomorrow...

Oscar.

(Above is the picture that inspired the name of this blog. I know, it's bad, but I owe it some sort of recognition in return for it's kind deed.)