This is all a new effort for me as I pass my 80th year on planet earth.  When you're my age, it's hard to find 'new' things, though there are still plenty of surprises that I find every day.

 Boom! Wow, I didn't think it would do THAT! I like to screw around with Photoshop and I also make videos.  I also like to write endlessly on one of my 'books in progress.'  Perhaps I should or will share some of these just to test the waters, and to see if I'm barking up the wrong dog.  Comments are welcome and encouraged, even if you hate what I say, I'll take your opinion under advisement.


I also take photographs, I take a LOT of photographs, and my videos almost rise to semi-popularity.    For example:

https://youtu.be/bTZNo8rgORU



Or:

My photos can be seen at: 

   https://www.flickr.com/photos/49849426@N00/


I don't know 'Blogger's' file size limit, so I don't know how many photos I can post, but I'll start  testing to see.  I'll bet they will tell me. Like, here's a photoshop job, and then just a joke pic that I set up and took as an example of upper-class revolutionary concepts.





I am a great believer in keeping up our levels of interest in the world around us.  To not do so is to fall sway to mysticism and depression. Remember what they said about being engagé. 








Interest is the key to life.
Interest is the clue.
Interest is the drum and fife,
and any god will do.
The Keener's Manual


Thanks for tuning in, there's more to follow.... surely, Shirley.

Sincerely,
Robert (Telebob) Simmons


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Comments

Scooter Duff (really Willis) making an audiobook of his "MIZ, Time Tripping With Amazing Females," which you can listen to free on YouTube. said…
Super duper, Robt! Damn, your work is fine. The trick now is to live long enough to get all your good stuff out. Longevity, that's the secret sauce. Big piece in Science Magazine, the height of credibile,13 July, 2021 said , health extension (bearable life) of 48% is seen in mice getting their vasculature refurbed. All you need is some VEGFA. No way to get any yet, but one of these days!

So far, the best of the layman availability are certain eyes of newt that kill off your senescent cells who refuse to die while they spew inflamatiories. Look up "synolytic." Now I've gotta find a doc who will prescribe Metformin to non-diabetic me. Play our cards right and you can be blogging at 120.

Live long and prosper.

duff
Crossplug: Seniorjunior.blogspot.com
October 19, 2021 at 7:12 PM
TeleBob said…
Live long and despair... said Ozymandias
November 2, 2021 at 12:55 PM
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