Monday, February 28, 2005
Guest Commentator / Whore of the Right: You don't insert yourself into the story. It's just bad journalism.
Anchor Skank: Yes! Be "Fair and Balanced" [snicker].
Guest Commentator / Whore of the Right: Heh! Exactly.
At which point a lightning bolt came from the sky and smote them both.
I assume the irony needs no clarification.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
- How terrible Navy maternity uniforms are.
- Fox News says the darnedest things.
- Herbert Muschamp.
- People like Herbert Muschamp.
- What I think about what other people wear.
- What I think about how other people groom themselves.
- Why I like drawing.
- My favorite food.
- Kids say the darnedest things.
- How much I like coffee.
- More coffee.
- Still more coffee.
- Celebrities are so funny.
- Plastic surgery is so funny.
- Eric Clapton, and why I don't like his music.
- Why sincere songs so often suck.
- Why sincere songs by Eric Clapton so often suck.
- Why indie music makes me sleepy.
- A funny thing happened on the way to New Mexico.
- Architecture, what's up with that?
- Uptown mamas.
- Yogis are so funny.
- Sports, what's up with that?
- Beverages in general.
- Making beverages.
- The weirdest drink I ever made.
- The most obscure drink I ever made.
Of course, since only three people ever even look at this thing and only one of you seems to have figured out how to use the Comments functionality, I don't necessarily expect this experiment to go very well. Undoubtedly the stunning absence of response will force me to post votes under various pseudonyms, thus saving myself from painful embarassment.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
So true, my friend, so true.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
This led to a general fascination with all things old and Japanese. For two years I ate everything with chopsticks including Cheerios and ice cream. I got my own Ninja outfit and snuck around the house scaring the living bejeezus out of my mother. I built an ornamental rock garden in the middle of a field. And I got really into traditional Japanese art.
The specific artist I became obsessed with was Hiroshige. My dear old aunt, Annou (also an avowed Japan-o-phile and enabler of my addiction), gave me a book of his work, and I was hooked. It mostly contained landscapes and city scenes:
It also included portraits:
which I then tried to emulate with imperfect success:
Having recently returned to drawing later in life, I started thinking about those pictures again and was just able to reacquire the book (thanks, Mom). Looking at them I realize how much they burrowed into my brain. Although the connection is not deliberate or explicit (and certainly the content is very different) they have clearly had an impact on the pictures I try to create right down to my fondness for narrow, black line drawings and solid, flat colors. And talk about colors, I love Hiroshige's colors, the complex blues and greens and really good greys and yellows. Mmm!
Anyway, I like them. Hopefully you'll like them. There you have it.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
"It's like catfish and chocolate. I love each of them, but I can't stand them together."
Woman 1: This one girl...
Woman 2: Mm hmm.
Woman 1: She went in for a colonoscopy...
Woman 2: Mm hmm.
Woman 1: And they cut something up there, and it got infected...
Woman 2: Oh, gosh!
Woman 1: And, Oh, Lord! I just try to stay as far away from doctors as possible.
Woman 2: Sure.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
So I'm undoubtedly exposing my geeky pedigree by posting
ASCII art, but whatchya gonna do. The truth would come out eventually.
Note: If the above text looks like a mish mash of scrambled punctuation instead of an amorous chicken, that is almost certainly a sign that you will have a very bad Valentine's Day. That, or you might just have a stupid browser. Who can really say for sure?
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
Mardi Gras has only just passed so old photos of second lining in the Quarter seem reasonably appropriate.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Posts: True by definition.
Pointless Ephemera: Batting a thousand.
Crikey! There are no pictures! How can we claim any sort of integrity if we're not true to our mission statement as decreed by the site's hastily made up subtitle?
To rectify the situation here's a picture, a little doodle perhaps, but one that makes me laugh. Ha, ha.
Cup A Joe
Whew! Crisis averted. Enjoy.
Note: Ok. So this is not a particularly illuminating post, but quit complaining. I never promised you anything.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
"He's always talking about food. But he's from the country, you know. They like to cook. He's always asking for beans with everything. I ain't into that. Cook your own damn beans."
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Me: I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't. You're sick.
Little Person: Ok. Well then you should get your own juice box.
Me: Alright, maybe I will.
Little Person: Ok.
Me: You know, when I was little we didn't have juice boxes.
Little Person: But, Papa, how did you drink juice?
Me: From cups.
Little Person: Just cups?
Little Person: Ok.