My intention had been to put up the latest picture of correspondent Josie here.
Josie is beatutiful, talented and very smart. She has her own blog and a large following.
Ah poor Ivan the Terrible ("Good Grief" said Lorrie Goldstein, Editor of the SUN. "Is that what you call yourself?")
Yep, terrible at putting up pictures. Josie's latest, beatiful photo would not come up for me today.
All that came up was was a blurry picture of old Ivan...I had sent to picture to the Quarks, our, sort-of literary club. If nothing else, they could have a good laugh over an image of this disheveled old tippler.
Pam, from Australia, had a little fun with the photo and outfitted me with pink shorts and and fuchsia socks...or are they puce?...Light pink, in any event.
Hell of a fashion statement.
I pondered the picture.
Good old Pam, taking time from her busy Ausralian ranch life to produce a really wild new me
I just had to put the treated picture up!
Hey, I could maybe even attract women!
So up goes the picture of old Ivan in pink shorts and ever pinker socks.
I was now becoming chary of my notion.
What if the picture reaches San Francisco and I get a whole bunch of "Yoo-Hoo"s in my email?
Or even Yahoos.
Nope. At least not after an earlier version of this blog.
Instead, something else appeared out of the ether.
My fidling with my gifs somehow produced a picture of a Cassowary bird, known among other things, for walking right up and eating people.
A purple people-eater.
Story of Ivan's life.
"Take me. Devour me."-- I was offering myself to the world!
"I'll come over and eatcha all right," said the wild-eyed cassowary.
Playful treatment of my photo by talented Pam from Australia.
And now there is a cassowary to the fact!