September 4: Blues Fest, Disappointment, New Cartoon

Playing at the Blues Fest went great this morning.  Just as we started unloading and setting up in the tent, it started to pour rain.  Buckets.  But we got everything set up, and, with a slight delay of fifteen minutes, we started playing.  By then end of the hour, the tent was almost completely full.  One of the organizers from the Blues Fest told us that, yesterday, the guitar workshop only got one person to show up.  We packed the place.  Score one for Jesus.

I hung around the Blues Fest for a little while with some friends from the English Department.  I listened to the first act on the main stage.  The band was good, but the rain and wind were brutal.  After about an hour and a half, I had enough blues in the rain.  I came home.

I was pretty tired when I arrived at my house.  I had to make brownies for the family barbecue tonight, and then I took a half hour nap.  I feel a little refreshed, but I'm still tired.

Well, I'm a little disappointed that, once more, Wonder Twin is the only entrant in my contest.  I'm going to give all of you disciples (I know you're out there) one more chance.  The contest will close next post.  Get your game hats on.  Give me a subject to write a poem about.  I will write a poem, send you an autographed copy of it (along with a really cool saint holy card), and publish your poem on the blog. 

Saint Marty wants him some contestants.

Confessions of Saint Marty

August 4: Muffin, Less Weary, Name Game

I am feeling a little less weary this afternoon.  This morning, I could have crawled under my desk like George Costanza and gone to sleep.  The only thing that kept me awake is that video clip of Madeline Kahn and a healthy dose of caffeine.

One of the patients from last week dropped off a huge box of muffins for the staff of the surgery center.  I grabbed an almond/poppy seed muffin.  I put it on a plate and walked around with it for most of the morning.  When I sat with my muffin at lunch and still didn't eat it, one of coworkers said, "Is that your new pet?  What are you going to name it?"

I have, for the time being, started calling my pet muffin Tramp.  However, I'm not really stuck on that name, so one of my best friends suggested having a naming contest on the blog.  That's what I've decided to do.  Here's a picture of my muffin:

My muffin, currently known as Tramp

The person who suggests the best name for my muffin will receive an original Confessions of Saint Marty cartoon from me in the mail.  Let's see.  I suppose I should set a deadline.  Send me your suggestion in a comment to this post.  I will select the winning name on Saturday, August 13.  (This may involve you becoming an official follower of this blog.  I'm not sure.)  Anyway, post your most creative monikers for my muffin, and you may be immortalized on my blog.  Glory.  Honor.  A better spot in heaven.  And orginal artwork.

Name Saint Marty's muffin.  He dares you.