I don’t want baby steps I want action NOW!!

But then again I have never been accused of being impatient or unreasonable or irascible or a curmudgeon or – ok, ok, quit your fucking snickering you’ll wake the dog!

Progress is being made here at camp. But its slow. With my extremely high quality standards and perfectionist ideals – stop that! Stop your fucking laughing, you bastard – its not funny. But I did get the lettering painted on the naming rights signs yesterday and I am lacquering them on the patio before I waterproof them with the varnish.

I think they look pretty good. Or as my mother would say, “They look just fine if you step back, take off your glasses, squint your eyes and blur – yeah they look just fine”. Hey shut the fuck up! I view my work as an artistic event – I draw my painting style from the post impressionists and tend to shy away from the Norman Rockwellian realism of the pedestrian small minded narrow right! Observe the free flow of the brush strokes (no stroke jokes at my age either you pricks! Its not funny once you get past – oh just never mind) and the liberal use of color and copious amounts of paint as well as the multimedia presentation…. I can just hear the rave reviews from the New York critics (from around Buffalo). But I digress.

Things are moving along here, but to me, at a snails pace. But Hell, am I having fun? Fuck yeah!! As Dave Henderson would say “This is more fun than picking your nose!” Of course he had a pretty big nose – but what with cartilage growth continuing even as we get older my nose is getting bigger too and -  Oh shut up – quit your giggling and do something productive…