Whatever you think is best

Notebooks, what good are notebooks? They won’t help me survive.

2008 Drawing of the Year, in progress.

2007
2006
Apologies for the "old blog template settings allowed for larger pictures but now they overlap the sidebar" issue.
Wait. I'm not sorry. It is what it is.

Holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

Unless I'm mistaken, that's poison ivy between my toes.
How it got there is anybody's guess.
Grrrr.

Work in progress

These are the songs I didn't finish in the last year. Most of these titles aren't actually what the titles would have been, just first lines. I started them all, and, for whatever reason (lack of desire? talent?) I didn't ever see them through.

The Hottest Days Of Darkest Summer
I’ve Never Been The Guy You Hate
Bono Bono Bono Bono
Since I’m Dumb Enough To Believe In Happy Endings
I’d Like To Take My Money And Buy A Real Nice Church
Praying For The Stupid
I Don’t Know
I’m A Man In A State Where He Doesn’t Belong
If You’re Looking For Forgiveness, I’m The Man You Gotta See
I’ll Wander Away
I’m Here
O, For A Thousand Tongues To Wag
Our Prayers
I’m Gonna Speak Some Heresy
I’ve Shown You All My Weakness
The Living Room Creaks
You Can Wish You Were Hendrix
Hubris & Humility
It’s Not To Be Smug
Punk Rock Hooligans Of Dirty Dirty Love
Pretty Soon
Bubbles & Boards
Fifteen Frozen Footsteps
Evil is Evil

Spectacular! Spectacular!

For several hours yesterday my watch was missing.
I assumed it was taken by one of the men, who have a habit of picking up random things and hiding them away (example: the "treasure" of Sam's I found in the back seat of the car).
But it was me!
I had put it in the pocket of my pants and, since I wasn't wearing yesterday's pants at the time, could not find it!
But then Laura (on the phone) said, "Did you look in your pants pocket?"
And she was right.
Wow.
I have the most exciting life ever.

Clean up your act

Another sunny day--so it's time for chores.
One of my chores is to put up some semblance of artwork.
The rest of the day is chores though.
Maybe a bike ride.
Maybe some music.
Maybe a nap.
Maybe.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

It's Bike to Work week but I don't know if I'll be able to, based on my schedule. Lame, I know.

Not much new art, so here's another old me, also from 20 years ago.

Wow.

I feel old just typing that.

It was 20 years ago today

Pretty much really and truly.
From May 1988.
I think I could still pull this look off today, if I wanted to.

However, I prefer showers and food.

Ah...art school...

A clean garage is a happy garage

And! Apparently, in these parts, Mother's Day is celebrated with drive-by New York Times swipings. Gabe saw the dude do it!

Beware!

Idiot drivers?
Bad parking lot parkers?
People who treat cyclists like they shouldn't be on the roads?
Luxury SUV owners?*

I've got my eye on you and am seriously considering starting an "inconsiderate user of the roadways (and parking facilities)" blog. I would write about your rudeness and possibly photograph your ridiculous parking jobs. I will blot out the license plate and other identifying marks using the great shareware program iBlurify.



* This last category is just because of my complete and utter bamboozlement at people spending $60,000 on a car that gets 12 mpg.

Fast as lightning

Gabe's latest animation video.

Clink! Single!

Slugger Sammy!

(Video courtesy of someone else.)