Saturday, December 29, 2007


What's the secret to making a flipbook that flips cleanly and evenly? This here's a post-it pad, and after a couple hours of drawing and holding the darn thing, the pages become permanently curled. Makes for a stuttery playback!

And how do people keep their clear pyrex cookware free of stain and crust? I sure can't. Glad I'm not losing any sleep over that one, but I do wonder.

Hey! New Year's is coming! Another manufactured holiday! Let's party like it's 204632146687!!

p.s. the music is Deerhoof's Apple O' and the song is Hayley and Homer.


Friday, December 28, 2007

dream a little......hey I already used that subject line

okay! I'm up and running! the mac is being ultra cranky again, BUT, it didn't freeze up once when I was using it for hours on end last weekend, doing that application and stuff - woo! Seriously ecstatic about that.

Here's what I'm so happy about today:

I don't obsess about cracks on sidewalks (and avoiding them at all costs), and as a result, amnot impeded in my ability to go out the door and do whatever it is I want or need to do in the world. Nor am I obsessed with, say, albino ravens pecking my eyes out. Hey. Those obsessions would totally suck. The glass is frikkin' half-full, awright?!

Picture of my dream from last night and what the HELL am I still doing awake?!

In the dream I was using a mortal and pestle. As I was doing this, I was afraided. That the magic wouldn't work again, or any more at all. But, the grinding and friction produced a butterfly. A freakin' butterfly, yeah! Often when I sit down to draw I am afraid I won't be able to pull it off again, or after I've done a drawing or art project I think, ok that's it, I'll never be able to do it, that was an accident. Well okay lately, I'm feeling a little more like, ah, confident and such. Barring having my eyes pecked out by albino ravens, odds are that I'll be able to draw over and and over again.

Here is the picture:

Tuesday, December 25, 2007


I look back on things I've done and people I've been with and........what the fuck was I thinking?! No seriously! I am intelligent. I thought I was intelligent. So what am I doing right now (it's not a question of who I am seeing, you see) - what am I doing right now that, should I live to see another decade (because one never does really know), that I will look back on and say, "what the fuck was I thinking??"

What will I regret?

What'll I be ecstatic about?

How many of you are thinking about Fight Club right now?

Here are some paintings. I like them a lot, actually.


jason's advent

And Bianca:

Bianca, again

Do you know how to read tea leaves?

solstice redux

And I look around and see people shacking up together. I mean, they actually pull it off! How?!?

for you

for YOU!

Sunday, December 23, 2007


my latest obsession, things with teeth, drawn as I did when I was three, four, five....mouthfuls and gutfuls of teeth.....

Yesterday my pal Clark at work covered for me at lunch and helped with processing materials; when I returned, he'd put post-its all over stacks of stuff and one with 'too confusing for me'. I love it. And I remembered that I'd joined a post-it art group on flickr but hadn't yet contributed, so I thought I would just doodle a couple of post-its and send them off but it snowballed into an animation project.

Soundtrack courtesy Caribou (you may know him as Manitoba - and thanks to Clark for introducing me to Manitoba's Up In Flames!) - the song is Yeti.

(strangely enough......after another cold spell, it is near fifty degrees today and I haven't had need of my yeti slippers)

Saturday, December 22, 2007


As I was saying, yes it is, and here we are in the darkest hours. I've been reminiscing. Just a little. But, it's a trip, isn't it? to reminisce? A pal of mine (we just met through flickr and are going to collaborate on some comics, or whatever they/it ends up being) suggested posting pics of my art space and stuff, so I was looking at the ones from this summer, and from Donald Street (boo hiss! god I'm still so glad I don't live there any more!), and then from way back in the day over in Springfield. can see tonight's solstice snapshots over here.

What else is a trip? The way that memories fade - or rather, the piquancy of them. But then, that can be resurrected with an image, or a smell. I mean, summer wasn't that far back, but skeletal trees and grey skies have been the norm for so many days on end, it was startling to see the lush greens and brilliant sunshine in the summer pictures. Oh yeah! that really happened, I remember how that was......

Finished that mile-long application and supplemental questionnaire for the LA3 position. Did I mention that already? Well it bears repeating. A milestone, that is! Now to prepare for the eventuality of an interview. Assume the sale, right? I'm getting an interview. I've worked there for five years, for god's sake, I should bloody well get an interview! And I glutted them with information, too.

I found this photo on flickr, and did a quick little doohickey with a gel pen and watercolor wash:

when all's said and done

Here are some teefies:

rogue appliances

Friday, December 21, 2007

i yam so happy...

.......cuz today, as most days, my commute to work was uncluttered, uncrowded, and unmitigated:

It wasn't yet above freezing when I left the house. It wasn't perhaps the wisest choice to go ahead and bike anyway, but I was all saddled up and not in a huge hurry, so I rode slow(ish) and took the corners even slower. No crashes. I passed several people on bikes going in opposite directions, too. A hardy lot we are. I guess.

I'm feeling better, finally rid myself of that unspeakably horrific headache too. There is another reason to be happy. If I yell too loudly with happiness I might bust a vein and reignite that splitting headache, so I shall remain....serene.

Charity and I threw together a goody plate for our mail carrier. Neither one of us are really big on the holidays. I mean, the manufactured hype.....ugh. I have to buy you a present because 'tis the season? Lame. I'm all for celebrating, don't get me wrong. I was at the bank depositing that Oregon tax refund/kicker check, to cover some doctor bills and some art supplies I bought, and the guy helping me was all about how great timing that was, you know it's gonna go right to Christmas presents. I didn't bother to get into it with him. Whatever. He was a nice guy.

But anyway. We threw together a goody basket, scrounging candy and crap (good crap) (including satsuma oranges) from the various satellite departments at work. I plopped it on a napkin first, then agreed with Charity that a plate would be nice and then she found some nice lavender paper and tied it up with jesus string.

The jesus string came from the jesus barn, or manger. Charity, you are fucking killing me here. Cracks me up.

And then I made a card. Charity talked to the mail carrier and she was ecstatic about everything. I didn't expect anyone to like that card. Charity told the carrier I was concerned, but Charity said that we're weird at the library, what do you expect? (I agree) The letter carrier said that they're weird at the post office. cool, cool!

Can't seem to stop drawing teeth. I left these guys in the phone booth outside of work, for Free Art Friday:

And I drew this on lunch:

Good times!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

i'm so......

fucking sick.

Literally. My lower guts are twisting up inside of me and my stomach thinks it's hungry. When I eat it makes everything worse. I don't know WHAT is going on, except nausea and cramps. And achey. Tired. Shit.

Okay to take up the litany again, I'm so happy cuz today

- I'm sick inside a warm dry room

- the toilet bowl is clean

- I did the laundry yesterday when I was still mobile

- I'm one step closer to annihilating my ego (one can hope) (the whole work scenario is really helping me examine how I hang on to shit and how I define myself)

Here is what I did today, in between wiping my ass and sleeping and deep breathing exercises:



oy vey

I am so frikkin' hungry. And my guts are in so much frikkin' disquietude. What to do, what to do. Drink some broth, I guess.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

i'm so happy, cuz today

it's sunny;

I'm working alone, instead of with She Who Shall Not Be Named;

the recent eruption on my lip, named Coldsore #33, has not completed overtaken my face as in times past;

it's sunny;

my wrist isn't broke any more;

there are roasted vegetables for lunch;

and finally, for now, I am happy because my guts are bright pink:

inside out 2

tra la la

Monday, December 03, 2007

pit stop drop and roll

Just how much water can Eugene hold, anyways?? It has rained steadily and at times torrentially for days and days! Okay two full days nonstop. Again I with the lucking out - it was supposed to rain with snow mix on saturday but it was dry. Until JUST after I arrived home, ha haaa! And now it's crazy windy, I mean cray-zeeeeeeeee, for days and days! Okay two full days nonstop with the wind! There goes Toto!

Okay, another tshirt and one I'm saving to post until AFTER Marsha's birthday in case someone over there visits me bloggy and ruins the surprise. This is of a flickr friend, if you click on it you'll make your way to the full story, ah, yeah such as it is:

ta dah

erm........cheesey for sure

Let's see what else. Okay one more picture, of my favorite model and flickrfriend extraordinaire:

Mod Squad

I am yawning my head off. Oh but wait! There is more! An Hourly Comic Day!

Go forth and gander!

Now, I sleep. No teeth dreams. No.