Sunday Contest: Caption That Stupid Picture, Third Edition

Whoo. I need the pause that refreshes, being that I am all tuckered out. I have been running pretty hard and fast as of late. Which I am wont to do when the ol' Gumbo brain gets overheated and Full Of Ideas (rather than what it usually seems to be full of; no comment from the peanut gallery, thank ye verra much!), the ferment of creativity tends to kick me into overdrive. Gets me all lathered up, like, and it wears me out. To borrow from the world of computer software/hardware (because I'm all about the tech stuff) design, I suffer from a "Buffer Overflow" problem, in which the Buffer (i.e. my brain) gets all Overflowing (i.e. too much crap trying to get through a too small space at the same time), thereupon inducing blank stares, occasional drooling and an overwhelming desire to run to Rio and just sit on the beach staring at all the lovelies in the multi-colored butt-floss outfits. Butt-floss tends to get me relaxed (well, most of me is relaxed, anyway) and calm. Finds my 'center', don't you know.

Not being possessed of excess cash or time, I settled on the next best thing: I decided to slow it down, kick it down a notch, chill. Give the grey matter some time to cool off. think of it as a mini-vacation for the neurons. Synapses are on double overtime, though, they have some extra shifts to pull. Anyway, with that in mind, I present to you, 'Tercera edición' of the Irish Gumbo Stupid Photo Contest. This is today's stupid photo:

This was in the middle of my living room floor this afternoon, I have no idea how it got there. The gentleman in the photo is ordinarily a habitué of Wee Lass' big ass dollhouse (Stepford Mansion, as I think of it), but she was upstairs taking a nap. The dollhouse was put away up against the wall, and Furball 1 and Furball 2 were sleeping on the couch, silent as monks.

So anyway, the rules are: Gimme a caption, make me laugh. Simple, no? I'll probably run it until Tuesday or thereabouts, depending on the volume of comment. Remember: past winners are not eligible to win consecutive contests! Unless you make me squirt drink out my nose or wet my pants. In which case, yeah, I'll make an exception. Contest starts: NOW!

SPREADING A LITTLE LOVE

I would be remiss in my manners if I didn't acknowledge some folks who have recently been very kind to me in spreading the Word of Gumbo. Plus, my momma may have raised a knucklehead, but surely not an ingrate; I don't want her to come up here and smack me on the back of head for not returning a compliment! The honor roll tonight:

Wearin' My Heart on My Sleeve: The lovely cw2smom wrote a very flattering post about my blog last week, which floored me. and made me want to ask her out on a date! The more important thing is, her son is a career soldier, a helicopter pilot who has just been deployed another time to Afghanistan. You can imagine that this is a dangerous place to be, and he deserves some props for the demanding and difficult work he is being asked to do. Please stop by her blog and drop some comment luv and some thanks.

Pseudonymous High School Teacher: Want to go to the beach? In Hawaii? Yeah, I thought so. A while back, PHST did me the kindness of critiquing some of my work, pro bono. Today, she also laid some luv on me by recommending Irish Gumbo with some high praise and a link. So if the cold and dreary has got you down, please take a trip to a little slice of heaven, and stop in and say hi. The pictures alone are worth it, but the other stuff is cool, too.

The Goat and Tater: No, this is not a blog for foodies with oddly specific tastes. What it is, is a source for some the trippiest, attention-grabbing posts I have had the pleasure of reading as of late. cIII is also a Purveyor of Fine Phrases ("stained glass eyes", for example) that I wish I had thought of first. Mmm, mmm, that's good eatin'! He too has done me the honor of high praise and a link. I am pleased to have made his acquaintance, and I think you will be as well. Pop the clutch and swing by the Goat and Tater, you'll be glad you did.

And that is a wrap, people! 'In the can' as they say in the biz.