Welcome!
Stay awhile. I write about life as it happens. I invite you to comment, because I know life is happening to you too. I also write about some of the things that hold my attention, such as – all things computer-related, writing, art, particularly digital art. I plan to talk about my efforts to tackle certain tasks in these areas. I might even put up a tutorial or two in the future written for newbies, because so much of what’s out there seems to be written for people who already know one or two things about the web.
Now, about the name of this site…
The name of the site comes from a joke I heard years ago. I don’t know who the author might be.
It goes like this:
A father had two young sons whose personalities were extreme. One was extremely negative, never able to find anything good in anything, and afraid of everything. The other was extremely optimistic, almost to a fault, where he was liable to run into traffic figuring he’d never get run over. The dad desired to find a balance that would make each son have just enough negativity to be aware and watchful, and just enough positivity to never give up or lose hope. So Christmas was coming and he decided to try something new.
He placed wonderful gifts under the tree for the negative son(NS). He placed a sack of horse shit under the tree for the positive son(PS). On Christmas day, as he lay in bed, he heard the boys running to see what they had gotten. He got up to see. The negative son was sitting in the middle of a pile of toys bellowing and crying.
Father: WHY are you crying!! You have everything a kid would want.
NS: I know, said the son. But I won’t be able to enjoy them. I’ll get hurt.
Father: how do you figure that?
NS: well, see this ball here…it’ll roll into the street and I’ll chase it and get hit by a car. This train has sharp edges and I just know I’ll cut myself and bleed all over….(he kept going on and on)
Father: oh…never mind…Father shakes his head and turns his attention the the PS who has the biggest grin on his face and is holding his gut from laughing so hard. He’s reaching into the sack and slingling horseshit everywhere. His face is smeared with horseshit.
Father: son, why are you so happy? Don’t you know what that is in that sack?
PS: yes father. I know it’s just a bag of horseshit.
(father is puzzled)
Father: so why, why are you grinning like that and digging into the sack like that? Why??
PS: oh father, tee hee, I just know there must be a pony in there.
I.must.keep.searching.for.the.pony.
