A Missed Calling

That’s right people.


I may have missed my calling in life. It wouldn’t be the first time. It probably won’t be the last.


Even still, I would be remiss if I didn’t share a new found talent with you, my beloved readers. The primary reason for sharing the revelation of such a new talent resides in the fact that it makes for wonderful blog material.




It makes for blog material at least.


Whether it’s considered wonderful remains to be seen. I’ll do the numbers later.


This is one of those callings which could garner me that certain 15 minutes of fame that will splatter me all over the talk shows, magazines, and smart phone apps. Tabloids will write ambitious stories about me and the encounters I’ve allegedly had with three boobed aliens that love dipping sopapillas in chile con queso. Photoshopped pictures of me attending football games as the personal guest of Jerry Jones will appear on the internet in an effort to show that I might actually be a fan of those crackheads and debutantes that play their own version of football.


It’s that cool.


While wandering around an electronics store this morning, I ran across singing toothbrushes featuring Justin Bieber (I’ve got the red squiggly line on his name, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to go look up the correct spelling of it. Deal with it.) and Lady Ga Ga.


Let me assure you right now ladies and gentlemen, that the amazing feats of my new calling far surpasses some half baked get rich quick scheme which attaches the name and *ahem* talents of manufactured pop stars to a dental hygiene product.


Just sayin’.


So what is this talent that will change my life and possibly interfere with posting blogs daily throughout the year of 2012?


I know you’re on pins and needles about this one, and I’m sure you’re just as excited as I am about it.


It’s so exciting that I’m going one step further with this one.


Here’s what I need you to do.


I captured the new found calling on video today. Understand here and now that it was done with my iPhone. Understand also that I don’t have the necessary software to edit video, or the where with all to do it. What you see in the video just plain happened without any video trickery or any other shenanigans.


Got it?




Watch the video.

If what you see in the video captures your imagination the way it’s captured mine, then it’s necessary for me to take my new found talents on the road in order to give the likes of David Copperfield and David Blane (again with the red squiggly line on the name and my refusal to look it up) a run for their money.


The only way I can do this is with financial help from you. Upon watching the video and getting a hint of what the voice of your favorite blogger in the whole wide world sounds like, scroll to the bottom of the post and make a donation the “Get TharpSter rich on a shoestring fund”. At the very least, I could get my carpet stretched. It’s Paypal, yo.


Get your spooky on and your wallets out people. I’ll see you at the top.



Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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