That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for May 27, 2022

Portrait of a Man he/him

He takes down your name and he kicks…,well he at least has your name.

Man making a list of everybody he sees looking at him.

♬I write the songs that make the young girls cry / I write the songs, I write the songs♬

What, you want me to pretend I can’t see you? Then maybe you should turn off your camera.

Before the ipad there was mypad!

Like watching this paint dry.

♬I am the eye in the sky / Looking at you / I can read your mind♬

/// F. X. tries here to write, yet not look

at the quill, or the ink or the book.

“Court Accountant,” that’s him.

Looked away on a whim.

It’s a risk that he should have forsook.

/// For the lines he just hastily jotted

are all crooked, besmirched and ink-blotted.

And the ledger’s now filled

with illegibly quilled

words that make it seem he is besotted.

Stop looking at me that way!

“Are you lookin’ at me?”

I don’t always write my memoirs with a quill pen. But when I do, I always enjoy a turkey sandwich.

Before cameras, an artist too lazy to write a copy of that information, makes a picture instead.

Hey, isn’t that Memoir Mike?

Making a list of girlfriends….who’s naughty, who’s nice.

“And how does that make you feel?”

einsle appeared to specialize in painting the petit bourgeousie…

“Well, it started out as a little black book, but let’s just say I’ve been very lucky…”

“You writin’ ta ME ?”

Yes dear, I realize you have a new set of brushes, but I’m too busy to pose for you today.

What do you mean that writing between the lines while not looking at the book won’t get me on Americas Got Talent?

“Dear Diary,” wrote modest Herr Mann / taking his journal and pen in hand. / “Today we finished my portrait. / I don’t know quite what to make of it. / While it’s a good enough likeness, am I really that bland?”

Looks like Henry Gibson, writing one his poems.

He’s advancing some new legislation./

He’s the essence of civilization../

But just underneath/

He’s armed to the teeth/

But he differs from you and me/

In his vision of “liberty”/

Though his need is acute/

For folks to pick fruit/

To him “free” still means “Mexican-free”.

“I’m at the part of my mystery novel where the novelist murders the painter. Would you like a preview?”

In the face of the rising pandemic/

He is writing a mighty polemic/

Opposing vaccines/

(Though for persons of means/

They are certain to be endemic)..

“I could be on TV.”

I have decided to resign my position as Chief Accountant and to run away with thestunning gorgeous new Secretary, Miss Popowititz!

Paul Simon’s great-grandfather was known for writing his naughty limericks and bawdy ballads while keeping a straight face.

My family is VERY fortunate to have the daily journals that were kept by my great-grandmother. They cover period from about 1879 to the 1930s when she passed away. She wrote in them practically every single day and used every page. She recorded their daily life (her husband was a farmer so tidbits of planting, harvesting & what they got for a price when sold.) Also things about friends and neighbors – who got married, who had a child, who died. There were also entries about visiting people and having oyster stew. I have attempted to transcribe them, but have only made it through two of them. (And if I’ve posted this previously, I apologize for redundancy – my memory is not so great anymore.)

The reason SMS texts are limited to 140 characters.

He got a little list.

F. X. Zagler (Royal Accountant): 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Wien Museum" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and chose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Zagler, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (best viewed using Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2933 (May 27, 2022) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to some info about this artist. First work by him used here.

When I have to remember to-do’s / A list is the first tool I use. / And when I’ve made my list / It will always insist / That I follow its orderly cues.

The accountant from Ernst & Young doing the second check of Santa’s list.

He’s got the same smug smirk on his face that my tax accountant has when I ask about increasing my deductions.

he kept asking me stupid questions about my wanting to kill a few people, i am not insane(too soon?)

“You lookin’ at me? Well, I’m the only one here!”

Diligently documenting all the limericks that @Call me Ishmael, @Solstice*1947, and @Bookworm have created over the years.

The age old “I’m putting this is your permanent record” threat.

/// Do you know the specific location

where we might go to find information

about when Melcher (Steve)

will be late or (on leave

for Memorial Day) on vacation?

Maybe he’s a veteran?