nobody asked…

Squint as you approach lest my brilliance blind thee…

You have known me as Winston, a simple man with simple tastes, a man humbled in the presence of his fellow men and women, a seeker and speaker of truth, a bland personna that was one with the Great Mass of Mediocrity and Confusion in which we all strive to immerse ourselves.

Well, no more, boys and girls of all genders, no more…

Through a special private invitation extended to everybody who ever heard of the internet, I have traveled to the sacred ground on which has been erected a really cool bar majestic temple that shall stand till the next gusty day comes along against all time as witness to the power and coolness of Dudeism. After completing a long and grueling study of several minutes under the tutelage of his Excellency, the Most High of the Mostly High, I was awarded this useless priceless Certificate of Ordination (Click the certificate to enhugen to boastful size), which will be either hanging in an appropriate frame here on the hallowed walls of BlogCentral, or folded to smallest possible size and carefully stored in a remote corner of the big pocket of my backpack where it will spend the rest of eternity along with a half pack of Rolaids, several crumpled business cards collected over the last decade from people I neither do or want to remember, a long ago used-up Bic lighter, and several Peanut M&Ms in assorted colors.

So, dudes (there are no genders here, no dudettes, only dudes — cool…), slip on your jesus sandals and something loose and comfortable, grab a brew, lay back lie back get horizontal in a hammock, and smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. Chill with your local Priest of Dudeism while we explore the unknowable mysteries of the known… Peace out…