That be with cream, Chef Keem?

Have you heard the latest Squid news?

There’s a new contest in the running, and the Grand Prize is…

A conversation with Seth Godin and Megan Casey.

You ask (whatever you want) – they answer.

The Q & A will be posted on Megan’s SquidBlog for maximum lensmaster exposure.

And then there are maaaany more prizes. Good stuff.

You wouldn’t want to miss this. It’s easy.

Q & A with Seth & Megan

“Spirit of the Season” Charity Challenge

Published a new lens about “Thong Contests”. It’s a high-traffic keyword. Want some!

Thing is, I care more about “song contests”. So, in my twisted mind, I thought I combine all this and have a little fun on top of it all and play with a “lisp”. I wrote every “s” sound like a “th”.

Song Contest plus lisp = Thong Contetht. Get it?

The Health Checker told me to go to hell. Or change everything in my lens.

I removed all the written “lisps” except for the “Song/Thong” incidents.

I’m afraid to open the Health Checker now.

Seems like the previous WP theme wouldn’t show the ID’s of my commentators. Bummer. It’s a nice albeit really, really green theme. Not meant to be. Moving on. Sure didn’t want it to look like I’m writing all my comments myself.

Thank you again, CleanerLife, for this valuable tip. On twitter. Twitter can be a very helpful app. No, it’s not twitter – it’s tweeples that are helpful, right?

Let me continue with my introduction and show a few more pics that haven’t been posted anywhere else. I think. I can be an exhibitionist of sorts and forget where I have exposed myself. Exposed? Must be a word only a German alien would use in this context.

Like my Austrian ex-mother-in-law used to say during the broiling summer heat in San Antonio, Texas: “Oh, boy – I’m in the heat today!” (Air-conditioning won’t help in your case, hon!)

Here’s my beautiful wife, Chef Karen, during a fundraiser for breast cancer prevention. “Bras across Congress Ave. bridge” in Austin, Texas.

And here’s I at my 50th birthday party. I invited all my friends to a small bar in Austin for an evening of dancing. 37 women and 3 men showed up. I had my hands full, believe me. That was 9 years ago, before I met Chef Karen. And yes, I made my own birthday cake. A monster, of course. 

Welcome friends, and thank you for stopping by. Every day. Twice. And subscribing.

Wait – there’s nobody here and I haven’t even written anything yet. We’ll change that, o.k.?

A big thanks to Veronica Bright and CleanerLife for pushing me over the edge, during a twitter chat. It was time for me to show up here. I’m glad I did.

Let me see if I can add a picture so you know what I look like.