Quont's Question 23: How will you be spending the holidays?

Upon the eve of Christmas we shall go and cut the tree,
And drag it to the living room and set it up with glee.
The glass and paper ornaments, the gleaming silver balls
Will all be hung the twigs among until we've decked our halls.

The family all will gather round, including cats and dog.
I'll read the Dylan Thomas book; they'll sip at their eggnog.
And though they're grown, the boys will head for bed because they know
That Santa never visits until up the stairs they go.

And we shall have a jolly time, and we shall have our love,
And we shall have a blessing shining on us from above.
It's a feeling worth most everything that we shall ever own.
There'll be laughter, light, and music when our boys come home.

(and then I expect we'll just kick back and relax the rest of the week until it's time to get really wasted New Year's Eve.)

Quont's Questions 22: What does your name mean?

What a fascinating question. I've always been intrigued by the origins and meanings of words, and think I might have made a passable etymologist if I had put my mind to it.

In any case, let's consider my Mernac persona first. "Canu" come from the Welsh word meaning "to sing," which I considered highly appropriate. "Baraksson" should be self evident; break it down into its components..."Barak's" and "son." You might refer then to me as "the Singing Son of Barak," but that sounds a bit too stage-y, don't you think?

My scribe/artist's name is "Morgan." This also is Welsh, and it means "one who comes from the sea." There's a certain harmony (or possibly just inevitability) in that as well; his mother tells him that she named him for a Welsh pirate. In all honesty though, considering his preferences at the beach, she should have called him "one who walks the sands." Peace.

Lucia's Art-Blogging Question 3

What do you fear?

This is in response to my sister Lucia's third art-blogging prompt, entitled "What do you fear?". I fear this man intensely for his ignorance, his pig-headedness, and his cavalier disregard for nearly all that is right. My biggest fear is that I will wake up on the morning of January 20, 2009, to discover that he is still there.



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Canu

Lucia's Artblogging Questions #2

If you were asked what you came into this world to do, how would you answer?

This is in response to my sister Lucia's second art-blogging prompt, entitled "If you were asked what you came into this world to do, how would you answer?". I really didn't need to think twice about this one; it is a question I have answered many times over the years.



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Canu

Favorite cartoon characters? Oh, come on...

My Uncle Quont's begun to dote
On days that long have passed.
I feel I really must take note,
And fear he's sinking fast.

How long before he will imbibe
The juice of many prunes?
For now he wants us to describe
Our favorite of cartoons!

Now many years ago, you bet,
Though I am shamed to say.
I'd sit before the t-v set
And waste a Saturday.

But nowadays the cartoon shows
Pale imitations are.
They can't compete at all with those
When Mickey was a star.

And so I seldom watch the stuff,
Nor view their merry capers.
I get my chuckles right enough
Within the funny papers.

I do have a few favorites among the plethora of printed cartoons; some of them, alas, no longer running. These would include: Calvin & Hobbes, Bloom County (somewhat adequately replaced by "Opus"), and "Doonesbury". It's at least remotely possible that this is a political statement. So be it.