Wonny's wamblings

Which Mike will be wearing what kinda stripes!?!

2007-04-19T15:18:00.000-07:00

Ummm... Okay, ummmm I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a little confused (perhaps even terrified) over the newest Bengals free agent signing. Although I agree with EVERYBODY that Cincy really needs to improve their pass rush I don't think it's... Oh what should we call it? "Conducive" to team chemistry to have either a FUCKING MANIAC slicing out peoples intestines to get to the quarterback, or having a "funny man" trying to distract everyone so Justin "Big Time" Smith can swoop in and get the sack.
Either way this CAN'T be good for us. All I know is this can only mean one thing for sure in the Bengals coming season... More jail time for somebody!!!!!

Dayton was Golden

2007-04-15T16:22:00.000-07:00

Today was a pretty cool day for me. I went to a small comic show up in Dayton with two of my best friends. Guys day n' all that. But I finally got to meet my all time favorite comic book artist Michael Golden. He was very cordial and I finally got to ask him about fifty questions I've been wanting to ask for the last twenty five plus years. It was awesome. I felt like a little kid again. And it's been awhile since I've felt that pure level of joy. Comics... It always comes back to comics. No matter how much pain or disillusionment they ever caused me in the past... I still love them. I still come back.

The cute little hottie in the Wonder Woman costume was an added bonus for the day as well!!!!

He ain't heavy he's my Brother.

2007-01-26T18:54:00.000-08:00

Okay, okay. Here by popular demand is the shirt in question. And yes it made quite a stir!! All the "chicks" just dug her gay brother. :O)

More LEMON please

2007-01-25T15:54:00.000-08:00

So Tofer's big 40th burfday bash took us to Lebo's where Chris and Jim rocked the house with their renditions of Mustang Sally, Crackling Rosey, Queen, Millsap and others. Chris managed to never go any longer than a few minutes without a Mike's Hard Lemonade in his sweaty little sausage grippers. He should buy stock. Fahreeldoh!!
Just before we left, Chris and Becky brought down the house with a raucous and rowdy version of Paradise by the dashboard lights. It was a scream. Afterwords when the big redhead took his fair maiden and bid us a fond fairwell, the rest of us party oners wound up in Covington where we continued to rage. You can imagine the fun I had with Chris as I tied this balloon to the back of his necklace. He was so unaware until he felt it. It was comical. After a pit stop at Camp Washington Chili I dropped his ass off and called it a night.
Just wait til next year!!!!

Oooh, still alive.

2007-01-15T14:37:00.000-08:00

Well my chances are looking better to win that Superbowl "pot" now that the vaunted Ravens defense has been defeated. Manning had an average day and still came out with a victory.

Don't look so sad Baltimore Ravens "Guy" Next week Mr. Brady will probably be inflicting similar pain to "Colt Guy" I'm in a quandry because I like the Pats and now that the "Diego" is gone, I'd kinda like to see them do it again since everybody so quickly wrote them off, but I wouldn't mind the Bears or Saints either.

Resting on Peyton's arm...

2007-01-06T17:21:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I'm running an NFL playoff bracket at work. Twelve teams, twelve people at $20.00 a pop. I now find myself in the unenviable position of having to root for "playoff underachieving" Peyton Manning and the Colts. Not a bad spot for round one. They shellacked the Chiefs... Eventually(despite three INT's). But the second round finds me pitted against the vaunted Baltimore Ravens defense. I can feel my money slipping away. ... Go Colts!!!

Holiday totals

2006-12-27T15:03:00.000-08:00

So overall it was a great weekend as far as being super productive at the 'ol drawing table. I even found a few designs from waaaay back in the day that I still like today, just throw in some color and BAMM!! Coolness prevails. The grand total was twenty one designs in all for the weekend are now in the computer. Seventeen previously un inked, now inked and in the computer, and three of which I found having already been inked, just added them to the file. I have one more that was too big to scan, but that one will be added soon.
Anyway, I hope I'm not boring you guys with all of this, but I enjoy the hell out of it, and I'm hoping to use them in several capacities, here in the coming year.
Henry has asked me to design a fortieth tattoo design for his old crusty ass, so that will be my next project. As soon as it starts taking life, I will give you guys a peek. Now Fuck Off, I'm busy!!

Ooooh, pretty colors.

2006-12-22T21:18:00.000-08:00

So this was the view outside my bedroom window tonight. Absolutely gorgeous. There was even a rainbow to the east. Friday night and a four day Christmas weekend is upon us. I hope to get a ton of designing work done in those four days. With views like this to inspire me, I'm sure I'll be kicking much ass. GOD I love this digital camera!!! Do you realize how many awesome sunsets I missed out on capturing... Waaa, yeah I know.
It's time to get back to work, just thought I'd share the view!!!

Edit for better quality? new ones too!!

2006-12-07T19:02:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, I had to load the black and white of the heart. The colored one was all fuzzy. I've also included a couple of old ones that I sold as well. I'm putting together more designs and yes Tofe, I'm thinking flash cards for tatoos as well. I have sooo many of these designs it's ridiculous, but I think all of them are marketable in some area somewhere, wheather it be flash cards, t-shirt designs, scrap booking, whatever. I'm working on translating all the ones still in sketch for to camera ready artwork and putting them all on disk, that way I'll have them all in one place.

Art old Veterans and new stuff

2006-12-04T18:41:00.000-08:00

Hey all, sorry I've been absent for so long. You know how my attention span is:) So here are some samples of what I've been up to lately. A friend of a friend hooked me up with a lady that owns a rubber stamping company and I've been doing some work for her. Mostly just sending her stuff I already had in my computer at $35.00 a pop. Here are two samples of new stuff I did this week. Obviously her company is working a few months in advance, thus the subject matter.
For those of you who may not of heard, Dave Cockrum died two weeks ago this Saturday. For the uninitiated, Dave co created the New Uncanny X-Men along with Len Wein in 1976 and revitalized the franchise. Yes, he created Wolverine. You're welcome Marvel.
I met Mr. Cockrum twice in my years, once in New York in '90 where I actually attained a sketch from him for free ( Just a Night crawler BAMP!!) but he was nice enough to do it jokingly. I met him again in "02 in Louisville at a Toys and Miniatures convention. He was in a wheel chair and looked very sickly. My heart ached for him then and I got a little choked up on it when they mentioned his passing on Stern last week. Recognize.
I won't be absent so long next time. I promise.

Split the pot

2006-09-30T13:06:00.000-07:00

So last night me and the crew... Tofe, Jeffery,Sammy and myself went to the Cole er rain game to watch them pummel yet another GMC opponent high on the notion that they could actually beat 'Dem Cards this year. Anyhoo, the place was packed seeing as it was Elementary school night and it was a pretty big league game. The "Split the pot" parents were out in full force, tickets in hand soliciting you for your hard earned cash for a chance to win the pot.

Now for the uninitiated, there are rules to live by when playing the "Pot". The first rule is to never play it when you are on the road. Home fans always win... Always. Go figure. The second and most important rule is to wait until the game has actually started and buy your tickets then and only then. Why? Well, I'll tell you why. When the ticket numbers are called, it's always a high number on the ticket, meaning that it was a ticket sold later on in the process. So halftime rolls around and Jeffery and Chris and Sammy have all ventured into the crowd to use the bathroom and purchase that wickedly addictive popcorn whose scent had been tickling my fancy since we arrived. The man comes on the intercom and begins to read the numbers for the winning ticket... 5 1 8 7 6 1 ...........3. To make the matter all that more intense, I had the tickets folded over in my wallet. 5187612 was face up. I had purchased two. One for me and the other for Jeff. So as the goosebumps consumed my body, I calmly reached in to flip my ticket over and view the second number. Did I have 1, or did I have 3? ... As you can probably guess, I had 1. FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

GOD DAMN YOUR EYES !!!!! I was, hell, still am sick about it. Missed out on $735.00 dollars because I only bought two tickets. Fucking luck!!

Oh, on the bright side... Colerain won 34-0. Same as it ever was.

Julia has left the building.

2006-08-29T13:11:00.000-07:00

For those of you who haven't heard, Julia and I are no more. Apparently we wanted "different things" from a partner... Whatever.
I guess I could say that I'm single and looking again, so keep me in mind if you meet any single attractive ladies that are into overweight, deadend job having, broke guys like me!! :) hee hee.

Pro Pic 'em?!?

2006-08-08T17:24:00.000-07:00

Okay boys and girls, Tofer has the official Bengals daily counter, so I offer you... The "Semi Infrequently" You pick the Bengal!! Fun AND educational for the entire family. Think about it now, When little Sally or Jimmy ask you who the silly man in the clown shirt is, or what about the black man with the silly looking clown hair, you can fill them in with all the little details that they managed to leave out of the six o'clock news. Think of it as a "home schooling history lesson." Make sure not to leave out any juicy details and your little boy or girl will go off to school the next day feeling smarter than all the rest.
Just don't blame me if you get a call from Sally's second grade teacher asking why Sally keeps talking about "Bad touch Uncle Joey" or "All bite Albert"!! ENJOY!!

HOT, but oh so good.

2006-08-02T12:27:00.000-07:00

For those of you that like a little kick with your chip ( and I know all of you do) ya gotta try these new Lay's "Extra Hot" Flammin' Hot chips. They're hotness with good flavor. Try them with some good Hidden Valley Ranch dip and now you got yourself a party. If you're not feeling the Chips and Salsa thing, but you want something with a zingy kick, give these bad boys a go. They'll make you cry... But in a good way.
Football season is coming, and what better way to watch all of the bone crunching plays than with some hot ass crunching chips!! Just make sure to chew with your mouths shut you fricking mouth breathers!! :)
Fyke... Off!!

Introducing...

2006-07-07T13:05:00.000-07:00

Hey all, as per Chris' question in the comments section, yes I have a woman now. Her name is Julia and she's a sweety. We met through a mutual friend at a skater party of all places. So the cat is now out of the proverbial bag... Talk amonst yourselves :)

Yo Joeing it.

2006-07-06T13:02:00.000-07:00

Sorry guys I haven't been around to "Blog on it" but I've been busy "brushing" up on my inking skills. Seems that I've impressed the powers that be through Hubrich and I'm starting to get a little bit of inking work. I initially had posted an image of my inked piece that was colored (toy package design artwork) but then I remembered that I couldn't post it yet because it's too early. That would be all I'd need to fuck this up... Duh :)
So I haven't seen Superman yet but will get around to it. Pirates of the Carribean opens tomorrow and Jef is dying to see that, so since I haven't seen the first one, I might just take him there then pop in to see the Man of Steel.
And all else I know is........ Football's coming!!
More Fly and Whiskey has been written but only in draft form. I've been busy as I said before and reading the adventures of Agent Penderghast in the Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child novels... Gotta check 'em out guys ( not you Chris, you already know) Still life with crows, The Cabinet of curiosities, Brimstone, the book of the dead to name a few. Penderghast is an excellent character.
Gotta run. I need more ink.
Now piss off :):)
Ya all get ... All my love.

Cool artwork. Cool story?

2006-04-25T14:16:00.000-07:00

Surf's up boys and girls at the 'ol HOUSE of Marvel. "Civil War is beginning shortly and it looks to actually be a pretty good event in the Marvel Universe. For the uninitiated this premise was floated out there about twenty five or so years ago by one John Byrne and Chris Claremont in the now classic "Days of Future Past" from Uncanny X-Men 141-142. The idea was that after an influential senator was assassinated by the Brotherhood of evil mutants, the government enacted a mandatory "registration" act for all mutants. Two issues after this mind blowing concept(at the time) planted the seed of possibility John Byrne, who's idea it was mostly anyway, left the X-Men to add his take on the Fantastic Four because he and Claremont couldn't agree where to take the X-Men from there. Byrne was receiving Co- plotting credit in these years and it was a constant tug of war at the helm. History shows that Claremont clearly won that little battle, but in the twenty five years that followed was never quite capable of re addressing this particular storyline with any amount of success.
Well now Marvel is attempting to address the idea once again. This time the entire Marvel Universe is enveloped and the issue on the table is for EVERY person possessing super natural abilities to register with the government. Needless to say this causes a rift amongst our Merry Band of Marching Marvel Characters... :) Lines are drawn and sides are chosen. I'm sure my expectations won't be met, but at least the covers are providing some cool artwork of us to ogle over. Michael Turner has illustrated some gorgeous covers for this series, as well as the fellow who painted the Silver Surfer above. If you want to see more of their work on this topic please visit www.newsarama.com and visit the archives sections referring to "Civil War" I just hope they do this storyline some justice since it hasn't ever really been done right since it was first introduced.
On another note... Does anyone have an old Geo Metro that I can buy!?! Christ!! Three fucking dollars for a gallon of gas!?! FUCK ME!! ( Calm down Big, I didn't mean that literally.)
For those who didn't see my referral of "Thief" Tuesday evenings on FX @ 10:00, on Duggies comments page, please give this show a look see. It's really well though out and acted. Andre Braugher is the lead character in it . Anyone who was a fan of "Homicide, life on the streets" will remember his brilliant portrayal of Det. Frank Pembelton. He's just as good here. Much like the Shield and 24, if you watch it, you'll love it.
And does anyone give a good FUCK where Reggie Bush's family lived for the last couple of years!? Jesus Christ people!!! U.S. Men and women are being killed in Iraq so Bush and the boys can rebuild it and make themselves a ton of money... Investigate THAT you FUCKING GUTTLESS TURDS!!! I think we should put an end to the fucking charade of ethics and morals that parades itself around as college athletics boys and girls. Everybody cheats... EVERYBODY! This is common knowledge people, we know this. Just like we knew the boys of summer were "Juicing in the Nineties" Cheating is part of the American way. It's fucking sad, but it's true. Just ask the India- OOH, Uh I mean the Native Americans... "Just win baby."

Again & Again

2006-03-27T15:09:00.000-08:00

So on occassion I make CD's for people at work. While doing so I try to "HIP" them to other songs from wanted artists that they might not be aware of... It N E V E R works. Now coming from a town that has been dominated by the Clear Channel formula for pert near twenty five years, trying to educate people in the knowledge that the Doobie Brothers have more songs than "Jesus is just alright with me,"is quite a daunting task. Have you ever heard South City Midnight Lady? An absolutely beautiful song. A driving song no doubt, which infuriates me even more because a "driving CD" was the order of the day.

There are, at my job, on any given day ten to fifteen radios at various levels of volume and every day on every radio I pass by, I hear the same fucking songs again and again. The only exception of course being my Sirius Sattelite Radio, but... We've already delved into that arena.

I just can't get past the thought that people here, Cincinnati being the here, that are just content to hear the same thing again and again and again and again. God it drives me fucking nuts. Even more infuriating is the wall I run up against at trying to broaden anyones horizons. If it's not a song they know from the radio, they don't want it... Period.

To know the Eurythemics ( yeah i realize that's probably not the right spelling, but it's not in the spell check and FUCK YOU anyway if you're petty enough to point it out) and not know any of Annie Lennox's solo music is a crime. Yeah Audioslave's and Disturbed's new albums are sweet, but go past the singles and dig a few cuts deeper into the disks to see just how great those albumns are. I do. My friends do. But my co-workers... No mas.

So I make their compilations and collect my fee and listen to the songs they play on their new CD's echoed by the live radios playing the same shit merely yards away... UGH . Free F.M.? Keep it.

Fly and the Whiskey Bottle Pt. 3. Flashback 1.

2006-03-25T15:26:00.001-08:00

People say blood has no taste... But it does. Anyone who's ever had their lip busted up can attest to that. Iron... It tastes like iron. Like you just licked the bottom of your Mommas best metal cooking pot. Sharks know that taste. And when they smell it, they come a running.

Spring football practice was in full swing and Fly was Johnny on the spot in the secondary. Penciled in from the beginning of last years final game. He was gonna be a play maker and his coaches knew it. Coach Halls was going to keep his job through another extension with this batch of kids. They were gonna make him an icon. That's something you can retire nicely from.

Football, sports in general was one of two ways for Fly to make it out of the hood. The hood was something he took pride in, but it was also a great source of angst and pain. Something he knew he needed to separate himself from if he was ever going to live to see thirty. The hood took care of it's own one way or another. If you weren't scoring points on a field to get out, you were more than likely going to be carried out... In a body bag. You had to be smart and quick on your feet to keep one step ahead of the drama that placated this urban sprawl if you wanted to have any chance of surviving in it's environment.

The sharks circled the peripheral, ever watchful of a "wounded or sick fish." They also kept an eye on the smart ones. Ones that could potentially become useful to their daily endeavors... Threats. That's ultimately what they were. There was a fine line between schooling a young blood nestled safely under the proverbial protective wing, and plugging in a muther fucker that could one day rise up to conquer you. It was a partnership in education. Street style. A necessary evil to keep the eb and flow of the hustle in full effect. It worked mostly when everyone knew their place and no one rocked the boat. Rock that boat and... Well, rock that boat and mother fuckers get tossed to the sharks.

"Yo' niggah, you going to Talia's party tonight? It's gonna be off 'da chain ya hear!?!" Squirrel shouted from the back seat of a Lincoln Town car, hanging out the window so far that Braun and Big Swoll had a close up view of his naked ass. "Yeah niggah I be there. What time you'se heading out?" Responded Fly walking briskly down the sidewalk with his girl Anita. "Joint gets to jumping 'round ten dog. Bet not be late niggah, Braun got some 'dat new bootleg joint from Tupac and 'da shit is hype!!" "Ah, for real?" Fly lit up. Tupac was his favorite. A black man with something real to say that he wanted to soak up. "Yeah niggah, get cho' lil ass there early fo' real. Braun's cutting some dupes for his boys and if you ain't there, you get left the fuck out niggah fo' real!" "Awight niggah, I be there. You bet keep one dem back for me for real, or I'll bust my foot all up in yo' ass niggah!"

It was mid March in the city and winter couldn't decide if it wanted to relinquish itself from the area. Cold but not ice cold. The sky was clear and the neighborhood was aglow from an almost full moon . A romantic moon Fly thought. He was going to get that new bootleg and then dance his ass off on the dance floor. Anita was dressed to the nines and had all the baddest mother fuckers in the hood hanging out of trees for her . But she was with Fly. Fly was different. He had an uncanny knack for getting people to like him, thug and average Joe alike. But he was a thinker, and he knew all the angels even before they presented themselves. Anita's dress was going to cause problems. See, some guys knew the code and played within the rules. He wasn't worried about them. But thugs and niggahs don't play by no one else's rules but their own, so Fly was anticipating problems. He asked Anita politely not to wear the dress because of just such a scenario, but she insisted. She'd worked thirty hours that week at the Deep Dish along with school and she had earned the right to dress up and go dancing with her man. Fly didn't argue with her. That was something he'd seen too much of with his Momma and her endless run of new boyfriends. He told himself long ago he wasn't going to be like that.

When they approached the house Fly got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He couldn't figure out why. He was going to be with friends. He was going to get his new Tupac tape. He was going to dance his ass off with his girl and make hot passionate love to her to end the night. So why was his stomach telling him something different?

Fly and the Whiskey Bottle Pt. 2.

2006-03-24T17:06:00.001-08:00

Smoke hung like an impending cloud of doom over the myriad crowd of people . People Fly had his eye on. Every single one of them. That's how he thought. Everyone was a threat, and he simply wouldn't allow himself to be taken by surprise. He wasn't "Going out like that." Back firmly planted against the wall tucked neatly in the corner away from the windows. They call it gun shooters syndrome, and Fly was infected.
"You sure you don't want yourself a drink Mr. Fly?" The tanned and pungent man asked through a glassy stare. " Naw man, you keep 'dat shit fo' yourself, I'm straight." "You sure? Business like this can get somewhat... Unnerving. I find... That it takes the edge off the conscience if you know what i mean?" "I get paid NOT to have a conscience" Fly said without batting an eye. Cold, thought Mr. Sellers. That's just what he was looking for. Someone who could pull a job off clean, efficiently, quietly.
"I'll take "dat drink white man... Shit lil niggah, yo' ass NEED a drink muthah fuckah. Ain't no harm in toasting to the success of our new business arrangement. 'Specially if his ass is paying fo' 'da shit. You ARE paying fo' 'da shit right?" Whiskey offered Fly his signature wide smile as he downed his drink and the drink Mr. Sellers had bought for Fly knowing Fly wouldn't touch it.
" I mean shit, way i see it we done hammered out 'da details all we need to... Job's set for 'da night. We got it all worked out... Now it's time to just chill and enjoy the company, check out 'da females, drink 'dis muthah fuckahs free drinks and... You know, shit... Get numb and silly an' all 'dat shit man . Cut loose lil niggah, shit." Fly didn't like the situation Whiskey was putting him in. He didn't like the fact that Whiskey knew it too, and did it anyway. He decided to concede this little battle to his drunken friend and let him have his night. Fly would get even, and take great joy in doing so.
The vibration from his phone caught Fly off guard. He was busy surveying the room and just didn't expect it . It was a text... "Dishes done baby? We good Daddy?" Fly simply responded,"Waters in the sink. Still needs to be drained." With that he closed his phone, looked at his watch and stared daggers at Whiskey. It was going to be a long night but somebody would be waiting for him when he was done. He began to piece together his revenge plot for Whiskey fucking with him, and it just brought a smile to his face.

Fly and the Whiskey Bottle Part 1 .

2006-03-17T16:45:00.000-08:00

It was hot out tonight . The kind of hot that sends the perspiration down your back and straight to your ass . Juicy ass hot . You get the idea . Hot , but Fly and Whiskey had a job ... Finally .
" Man , you bet not light that muthah fuckah in my car Niggah , I put a hole in 'dat bucket , you be bleeding out da side n' evrahthang ... Oh Lord !!" Laughter emanated from the mouth of Fly .
Fly was a squirrely little man with a relentless mouth , funny as the day was long , which made up for it most of the time . His stature was small in size , but he kept himself in excellent physical condition and was a sharp dresser . A trait he felt compelled to inform people of on a regular basis .
" God Damn man , why you trippin' Lil' niggah ? I was gonna hang that shit out the winda man , shit . You know i be doin' dat for real. Ain't trying ta mess up yo ride ... Little fly muthah fuckah like you don't need no big ass Lincoln Town car anyway ! " Whiskey .
Whiskey was from the old school . And he liked to keep it real ... Real drunk . It took the edge off the pain that was his life . Child support for three babies mamma's and a felony record preventing him from holding down a good job , kept Whiskey perched on the far bar stool at the local watering hole most nights of the week . But this night was different . this night they had a job . A paying job , for real .
"Wha'chu mean i don't need no big ass Lincoln Town car muthah fuckah , wha'chu trying to say ? I ain't good enough ? Don't be mad at me 'cause i got a bettah ride than yo ol' broke ass ."
" No muthah fuckah , i ain't say you don't deserve it . I said you don't need it . " " Why don't i need it Niggah ? Whuzz up ? " " Yo lil fly ass don't need dis big muthah fucking car 'cause your lil ass just too God Damned SHORT to see over the muthah fucking dash Niggah !! Haawww !! " " Aww shit , yo man fuck you !! Look here man , you bet put 'dat damn bottle down too . Don't be going and getting all fucked up , leaving my ass left to deal wit' 'dis stupid muthah fuckah and yo big dumb drunk ass . I ain't kidding Niggah , you bet put 'dat damn bottle away ! You can suck on 'dat shit when we get 'dis shit done . Now go on Niggah , put 'dat shit away and focus . You fuck 'dis one up and I make sho' all three yo babies mamma's come creeping fo' 'dat paper , you feel me ? " " Awight muthah fuckah , you ain't gotta go there man . I put 'dis shit on hold for now ... But i'll be back fo' it . " " No doubt 'bout 'dat you drinking ass muthah fuckah " " Man fuck you . " " Ha haa !! Drunk ass muthah fuckah gonna get P A I D !! You can drink to 'dat for real niggah !!! Not now muthah fuckah , not now . "

Party friends

2006-03-05T17:38:00.000-08:00

I went to a party today to welcome back some friends to town who've been working out of town . I have to say i had a really good time . I met up with an old friend who i haven't seen in a couple of yers and we caught up . He now has a daughter , three years old . She's as beautiful and precious a child as you could ever hope to have .
We sat off in a side room and just talked about where we were going , how to get there ... And we talked about those who weren't there , and why .
One thing's for sure . I do have a few good friends left . And i miss them immensley . Things change but good friends are forever and that's reassuring to know .

Daunting

2006-03-01T17:05:00.000-08:00

It's all so daunting . So many things need fixed with no money to do it . UGH !! At least another hump day has come and gone . Now it's time for bed . My favorite time of the day lately : )
Howard Stern is getting sued by Infinity Broadcasting ... How fucking retarded are those bastards . I'd vent on this , but i'm nodding off as we speak ( or type ) so i'll wax on this later .
Out .

Makes me smile

2006-02-23T18:29:00.000-08:00

My dear friend Lauren called tonight . I get such joy out of talking to her , and i wish there could be more people in the world like her . She's pure and sweet and as real a person as i've ever met . Brutally honest , but only if you deserve it .
We talked about "getting it" and how so few people really do . I don't know ... I'm just at a loss for words . I miss her terribly . I miss the five hour conversations and her wonderment at a world that awaits her . Her laugh makes me smile . Her eyes are like nothing i've ever seen , beautiful and deep like her thoughts . Oh well . It's late and i must get to bed . At least i can go to bed with a smile on my face thanks to her call .
Thanks Lauren ... For being you .

Tainted towel

2006-02-22T13:44:00.000-08:00

The Steelers were given the Superbowl , which really doesn't seem to faze the uphoric fans of that town , their team won ... And that is that , and piss on you if you don't like it . ... Well i don't like it . I don't like that Kimo Van "Holdoften" destroyed my quartebacks knee . I don't like that the Steelers beat a quarteback that in his career has only won one playoff game . And i don't like the fact that they got to play Denver because New England was so decimated with injuries this year . They were the receipients of a tremendous luck streak and favorable officiating ... It probably didn't hurt their cause either that the NFL seemed to want them to win . After all, the NFL could sell more terrible towls than twelth man flags anyway . And that's all that's really important isn't it ? Stand tall , walk proud Pittsburgh . You earned it ?

License to excel ?

2005-12-29T15:23:00.000-08:00

So i went down to the Department of taxation today and aquired my vendors license . My first step on my journey to getting my life back on track and getting myself out of my rut , and dead end job . Everything went pretty well . All of the people down there were incredibly nice and it just gave me a sense ease for whatever reason .
Coming back to the suburbs , i had this sence of accomplishment . Yeah i know , i didn't do much of anything , but i finally did something more than put pencil to paper and actually took a step towards making something out of what i produce with my designs . I feel like i've started a new adventure , and i'm sure it will be . I even went to the local mall and got some litereture on setting up a kiosk in the mall . Talked to one of the ladies who had her own and she said it was alot of hours , but it was worth it . I'm used to the long hours working in the machine shop so that doesn't scare me . I'd rather work in an air conditioned mall than in a hot filthy machine shop where sixteen guys share a toilet that nobody cleans .
I was going through my notebooks last night and pulling out designs that were scattered amonst the hundreds of pages ... And i have to say , i've got some really cool designs . When you can look at something you've designed and say " damn that's cool " , you know you've done well . An artist is always his own worse critic , and believe me there are plenty of shit designs , but there are alot of viable things in there as well . You can definately tell when i was in the mood and when i wasn't .
So now i begin the task of completing more new designs into black and white camera ready artwork . I'll begin the research of a print run cost and decide which designs to go with first . Should be fun . At least i feel alive again .
Carry on then little man :)

Digging out

2005-11-24T11:05:00.000-08:00

How do you get yourself out of a mommoth rut when the mojority of the time , you just don't care that you're in one ? All the things that used to inspire you are now just insurmountable ideas that past experience has tought you are very very slim in every actually pulling off . Now that's just fucked up . Most of the time i don't care anymore . But occasionally i get a whiff of inspiration ... Only to have the thoughts of futility overcome me and quash it .
Another holiday season approaches and as per usual i go through it all alone . GOD i fucking hate the holidays ... Or do i just hate me anymore ? Probably both .
Merry Fucking Christmas ... Can't wait for the New Year . More of the same shit .

Inspiration .

2005-11-21T14:50:00.000-08:00

" Inspiration is all around us . We need only be cognisent of it's presence and clever enough to utilize it's impact for the betterment of mankind . "
Rodney . 11/21/05
This thought popped into my mind today as i was drawing . Yeah , i was drawing again . Must've been the caffeine .

rush of wind changes the day

2005-11-15T19:08:00.000-08:00

So i was at work today . Nothing particularly special about the day . Matter of fact it was just another day in the old grim and muck of the machine shop . I work next to the back bay door in my building , and my car is parked right outside , maybe 10 - 12 yards away . So i head out to my car to retrieve the new Foo Fighters cd i had just purchased over the weekend . Nothing special in that . It was an overcast day today and rather windy , but strangely "muted" outside . Anyway i'm heading to my car and it's as if i've transported into a vacuum . Silent . And all i can see is this streak of bright yellow as a gust of wind catches maybe a dozen tiny oval shapped leaves dangelling of the end of a bush branch and sweeps them up into the air and off into infinity .
In this space of inorganic machines and dead inanimate objects full of grease and metal shavings , there is this one brief streak of brilliant organic color silent and beautiful dancing on the currents of the wind ...... Lifting my spirits and taking me along for the ride .
When i returned inside i had a smile wrapped across my face and a co - worker asked me what i was smiling about . " Nothing " i said . Knowing they wouldn't understand , or worse yet laugh at me for thinking something like leaves blowing in the wind could evoke such a response .
I think that's why i'm here . To write down what i keep inside , knowing so much of what i do , people wouldn't understand or care about anyway .