uuughhhhh. I’m sick. I hope this isn’t that killer flu. But I bet it’s just a cold.
Fricken colds.
October 23, 2009
I just saw where the wild things are. I really liked the touching absurdity of life through the eyes of a child. It made me mist up a little, though, that isn’t hard to do. I cry when I watch Planet Earth because “It’s just so wonderful!!!” *sob*
I’m ridiculous. I know this. I figure if I write it down then I wont be the only person who gets a laugh out of it. I do enjoy it most of the time.
When I was a kid I could make popcorn without burning it EVERY time. I can’t microwave it now if I needed to do it to save my life.
I’ll be killed by an angry popcorn loving homicidal maniac!
August 9, 2009
Taken from http://www.dailymail.co.uk
“Spudly duckling: Four-year-old digs up a potato he can put in his bath
By DAILY MAIL REPORTER
Last updated at 12:19 AM on 07th August 2009
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When four-year-old Zachary Clouter was asked to help out on his parents allotment, he didn’t expect to find a spectacular spud.
The thrilled youngster dug up a potato the same size and shape as the rubber ducks which normally play in his bath.
the duck
Zachary is so pleased with his discovery that he has banned his family from eating the potato duck.
Looking chipper: Zachary Clouter discovered a duck-shaped potato in his parents allotment – and has banned anyone from eating it
His mother, Catherine, said he was not at all concerned that it has an odd brown colour or earthy smell, and has been rushing around to show everyone he knows at home in Ipswich, Suffolk.
‘Zac was helping us out on the allotment which friends of ours let us share with them in Westerfield village.
‘He was thrilled when he found it and rushed around showing people,’ she said.
‘We’ve been keeping in the fridge to preserve it.
‘He thinks we should plant it back in the ground and see if more ducks grow next year.’
Whether he is successful or not, his potato friend is a quacking find.
Spot the difference? Zachary’s magical find even has a beak and an eye, and is the same size as his plastic bath ducks.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1204764/Spudly-duckling-Four-year-old-finds-duck-shaped-potato.html#ixzz0Ni3LaWEE”
June 26, 2009
I’ve decided that I like this band. The CD is being released in Canada on July 6th?
I will buy it.
Lyrics to Polka :
Brother hold your head this way
And bustle to the front of the line
Coz if they catch your eyes before you get inside,
Well you’ll never be allowed
People got a name for us
Coz we escape the strain of the days
Oh we stretch in the side and bend in the middle,
But we never ever break
But if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise
Oh and if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath
Come and have a drink with us
A little wine or a nice champagne
Oh thanks sounds nice and I will decline
But at night things seem to change
People got a name for us
Coz we escape the strain of the days
Coz we stretch in the sides and bend in them eyes but we never ever change
And if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Well kick in the shins of all the fucking whingers and rise
Yeh and if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath
Sid was at the gates of dawn
And Jimmy said ride the snake
So we bent our spoons and howled at the moon to find what science replaced
And it turns out it aint that much
Though I may have missed in in the haze
Oh it drips in your mind
And fills up your eyes
And you’ll never be the same
But if you’re ever coming down
Or if you ever take too much
Remember that’s much better than never ever getting enough
Oh so if you wanna lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly screams with rushing neon death alright
All your spirits gone, and you are barley alive.
You hand me a smoke, though it’s like you hardly notice
And it’s sad I suppose
When I look into your eyes you say
It seems to go this way, no matter what’s at stake,
Oh it seems to go this way with everything I start
Oh so if you feel that way now
Or if you ever feel so inclined
Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise
But if you want to lose your frown
Or your name or even your face
Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with rushing neon death
June 25, 2009
Finished inking,
Finished Color,
In frame.
June 22, 2009
This creature looks like it can see your soul. Or maybe the beginning and end of time. I love it.
June 21, 2009
This is a poem I found on my computer’s hard drive. I don’t remember what it means, or why it’s so wordy.
I thought I’d post it for a test run on this new blog.
enjoy.
A man overcome by fragmented hope.
His space occupied by things unseen.
Laden heavy with impotent power
unable, charged and kinetic.
Proceeding, backwards and stagnant.
Forfeit offering shadowed in traffic.
Perspiring consequences ricochet
off the grave-less dead.
