OK, my blog is finally back and I have finished cutting and pasting the blog entries I did during the outage into this lil blog o’mine, and hopefully things can go back to normal.

I even backdated the missing blog entries, thus erasing all evidence of the outage as far as the archives of this silly ol blog are concerned.

It’s like I have POWER over TIME ITSELF. Mua ha ha ha ha!

And to celebrate being once more in the holy anointed land of WordPress…. PORN!

But first, the traditional innocuous pic to cleanse the palate.

Ain’t he a sweetie? I wanted to capture a moment of pure innocent joy, and so of course my mind immediately went to the beach.

So many of my fondest childhood moments took place on the beach. Going there was always a happy time for the Bertrand clan. I loved it there.

It combined being with my family with being near the water. What’s not to love?

We would pack up the family vehicle with snacks and Tan-N-Gard (combination sunscreen and bug repellent) and towels and a giant Thermos keg of water and head of to Linkletter Beach for an afternoon of being more or less a functional family.

Those were good times.

Now, on with the blatant pornography!

Of course, there’s other ways to spend a glorious summer day.

If I ruled the world, this kind of thing would be commonplace. The rule would be that people would be allowed to get naked and fuck like wild monkeys anywhere they wanted to EXCEPT legally cordoned off “no sex” areas.

Because even a no-limits libertine pervert like me might need a place to go to get away from the fucking and maybe have a nice meal in peace.

Plus, of course, the erotophobic types who are trying their hardest not to grow up need a place where they can feel sheltered and safe.

I might not agree with their lifestyle but I still want them to feel safe and be happy.

Now what else do I have… how about some equal time heterosexuality?

I am still annoyed that I could not find a way to make her wooly all over. She could just be a human chick with a sheep fursuit head on.

But she’s completely adorable either way. Look at her, exploring herself. Awwww.

Now back to the faggotry.

How about every bottom’s dream?

Being stuffed full at both ends. Man, does that look good.

I swear I go into heat sometimes. Mama needs MEAT.

One more pic…. hmmm….. so much to choose from. I’m a prolific pornographer.

How about this innocent little scene?

Nothing sexual, just a ram boy finding some much needed relief.

Well I had to include at least a little pee. It’s a tradition!

That’s probably not what a sheep dick looks like, but then again, sheep don’t have hands and arms either, nor do they duck into alleys to discharge urine.

They just let loose wherever they happen to be. Like a bunch of animals.

I’m telling you. Sheep these days,

More after the break.

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The gallery continues

I have no news to report, nor do I have a burning insight to explore, so what the hell. let’s do more pics.

First, another from my “green” (as in green light) directory :

Aren’t they cute? That would make a kickass illustration to put on a tin of Earl Grey tea, or maybe in an ad for a high end bookstore.

It’s totally crazy that a person with absolutely no talent for drawing or painting can nevertheless produce something of that quality.

Admittedly, I don’t know how much credit I can take for it. On the one hand, a computer program did all of the actual “work” in terms of the labour that kind of art requires when produced via traditional methods.

On the other hand, I told that computer program what to draw and how I wanted it drawn in terms of style, lighting, camera placement, etc.

That’s why I am fine with people calling folks like me “directors” and not artists, because that’s essentially how I see my role.

I might not be producing the art with my labour, but it’s made according to MY vision.

And that’s what is really important. You can make art that is technically perfect but if what you draw is not interesting, nobody will care.

It’s the atelier model of art.

And now, the music of Hunter and Beauregard!

I adore that picture. It’s so warm and friendly and homey. It reminds me of my early childhood and the down home cozy country aesthetic that resonated with me so deeply from way back then in the 70s.

And you know what? I still love that kind of thing. If I was ever rich enough to have both a home in the city and a cottage in the country, the cottage would be done entirely in that old timey country style so that when city life gets to be too much for me, I can retreat back to a simpler and more innocent time.

I realize that is probably painfully bourgeoisie of me, and I don’t care. This is my little country life fantasy and it will be how I want it to be.

Now how to end this. Hmmmm. Cozy or pornographic. Cozy or pornographic.

How about a little of both?

Those two clearly see something they like.

I guess that’s it for the art show. It will be back the next time I am feeling lazy and tired and can’t think of anything interesting to write about.

I will see you wonderful readers then. And…

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.