Monday, July 31, 2006

Before me lay a bag of Miss Vickie's Chips. They are lime and black pepper flavored and presumably delicious. The front of the bag reads "From Our Farm to You." I'm overwhelmed. The thought that it should say "From Our Farm to Your Mouth" is unrelenting. Still, I shall crunch the chips until they exist no more and in their place, satiety.

I viewed A Scanner Darkly this weekend. There was one show in Fairfield at 9:50 to choose from. Erin and I decided to choose the 9:50 show in Fairfield. I think there were around five people total in the theater and three of them showed up late. Have you ever been one of the only two people in a theater when the Jimmy Fund begins it's prerecorded effort to solicit your funds from your pockets? Well, let me tell you something. When the guy with the can shows up, it doesn't take much coaxing to get Mr. Washington to cross the chasm between your pocket and a slotted aluminum cylinder.

Gmail's spell check wonders if "Fairfield" was indeed intended to be "Garfield." That, my friend, is good comedy. Likewise, Gmail knows not its own name. Sad. Perhaps, Google should have named it "Garfield."

Monday, April 10, 2006


... with every fiber.

Monday, March 20, 2006

What the Hell?

This is an all Adobe Illustrator, all vector experiment. I'm scared. Click if you dare to see this dancing, tuxedo clad monstrosity any larger.

Or run. Run away before you need to dance too.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006


Apparently it's Pi-Day (The date is 3.14). I saw it on Digg. Who the hell knew?

That's neither here nor there. Enjoy the return of Pac-Man and, of course, sleep well tonight under the watchful eye of the first Italian super hero (to my knowledge anyway) The Eggplant Parmagiana Hero!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Loss for Words

Yeah. I don't know what to say either.

Cat's in the Cradle, Silver Spoon, The Moon... All That.

They're photos sure, but we've been over this before.

Friday, March 03, 2006

I've heard you
Take a bow
For now
Your tinder is smoldering
Black out
And follow
And burn
And burn and flutter away

I sat in one meeting this morning and another this afternoon for about an hour and a half combined. The second page here shows the fruit of those two meetings. The first two thirds of the first page were done this past weekend as I enjoyed a venti Starbucks Mocha Valencia, the final third was done just an hour and a half ago.

There are times when I've thrown song lyrics into these posts. They've all been fairly random and included simply when I had nothing to say, but sketches to post. Sometimes they might have captured my current mood. Other times they were simply running through my head. The words above are my own. They might suck. I'm really not sure, but I just felt like writing a little since I haven't done it very much in many years. Do they have anything to do with these images? I don't know. Probably not. Maybe. I don't know. They weren't completely random. However, I'm not talking. Draw from them what you will... or a blank. Whatever. Hope you enjoy the sketches. I know. They're kind of creepy. It's okay. You'll get over it.


Monday, February 27, 2006

Will Draw for Coffee

There's something grotesque about this rendering that's both the worst thing and the best thing about it if I may critique my own work... and I may... it's my blog after all. Here's a plug for the book I took this pose from, Anatomy for the Artist . It's pretty good if you like quality hardcover books and, honestly, who the hell doesn't?

Well, besides you.

Book hater.

And here's a Post-It collage. That's it. I hope you're happy.

I had visited Drawn! earlier and been guided to The Art of David Ho. Disturbing, sure, but I'll be surprised if I don't own one of his prints in the near future. I love this stuff.