We are loving the submissions for the End of Summer Contest – keep em coming (please post in that contest thread). Deadline is this Sunday.
In the mean time we have 3 more winners from the “Ask Greg” Series… @TimRil @Mamalarox @MrsS Keep an eye out for an email from the team for your snail mail address so we can send you a gift.
@TimRil Asks…
What was your first concert on your own (without family)? How and did it affect you for your career ambitions?
GREG: Cramps 1980. The first time I saw a grown man naked.
@Mamalarox Asks…
Two questions, but very similar.
QUESTION ONE: What is one thing you opted not to do, and now regret?
QUESTION TWO: What is one thing you opted not to do, and now are VERY happy you didn't?
GREG: #1. Answering this question.
GREG: #2. Chose not to host fox and friends.
@MrsS Asks….
QUESTION: Do you have any new books in the works?
GREG: Yes. Right now
What are you cooking tonight that requires two sticks of butter to make it truly great? 😂 This Mustards Napa cornbread is getting the full honey-butter treatment.
Congratulations to @SoCalMike and @Watchinaw. Your questions were chosen for tonight’s Ask Greg and the Panelists.
@SoCalMike Is there a television family your family was most like growing up?
@Watchinawe Did you ever find yourself rooting for the bad guy in a movie?
#BlackCatAppreciationDay:
I miss our silly black kitten - Shadow - each and every day - she crossed the Rainbow Bridge June 2024 at 18.75 years - Adopt Black Cats
“Nevermore!”
We were waiting to see ‘Old Faithfull’. I was about to walk by this Raven sitting on a lamppost. I expected it to fly a way. He just looked at me and made a guttural call. I responded with
“Well hello Mr. Raven, may I take your picture?”
;;Click;;
The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “
“'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt ...
