meet me at the fair

i am going to the san diego fair today, so i have to look forward to: the smell of gas powered rides, musty animal droppings, dozens of items of food not truly fit for human consumption, and of course, the vomit of the masses.

what a day it will be!

here's a character inspired by a soy sauce container at dinner the other night.

have a great sunday.

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the emperor's new clothes

it has probably been one hundred years since i last heard the story, but today i thought of the emperor's new clothes.

it's a story about a naked guy who pretty much gets tricked into being naked and everyone just kinda goes along with it - till a little kid says "what are you doing naked? your new clothes aren't clothes at all!"

i don't remember if anybody got beheaded or thrown in jail or anything, but i thought to myself, "what a fantastic story". this sort of thing happens all the time. it's a metaphor.

maybe i've got it all wrong.

i don't really even remember the story except the king is nude and everybody just kind of shines him on so they won't get into trouble.

i'll have to look that story up and read it again. i think it was a good one.

but don't take my word for it. that's sort of the lesson to be learned, right?

>____<

&Rew.

here's some pixels...

the sound of music

trevor jones is awesome.

he wrote a bunch of music.

he wrote (music) for "the last of the mohicans".
he wrote (music) for "dark city".
he wrote (music) for "labyrinth".
and most importantly - he wrote (music) for "the dark crystal", which is one of my all time faves.

i listened to the dark crystal's soundtrack while i painted this Skull Wabbit. that soundtrack is fweaking badassical.

have a good evening.

&Rew.

eight glasses.

eight glasses of water is allot of water to drink.

some would say that eight glasses is too much, and if you would be one of those to say that eight glasses is too much, i would agree with you.

i've been working out at a local gym. the people there look like magazine people, with buts and boobs or pecs and haircuts straight out of the latest fashion magazines. they have the kind of bodies that make you want a refund on yours.


they wear expensive tennis shoes and say things like " carb intake" and "target heart rate" and "full range of motion". these things mean very little to me, but if i were totally new, i would think them the kind of spells that witches would cast in order to look more sexy than a greek god or godess and give them the power over us "normies" to make us do things like open doors for them or come to a complete stop while they push their perfectly sculpted front and backsides across the pavement at a medium pace.

so the hot one, the girl at the front with the bleached hair and black spandex tells me to drink a gallon of water a day - which is about 8 glasses, so i've been told. and i would do anything short of cutting my flesh for this girl. so i tell her, "ya, i'll drink a gallon of water every day. (if it will make me look like the male version of you that you would want to tie to a bedpost and do situps on my face).

this has prompted me to alter my diet to include those eight cups every day. water used to be good. i used to like it. people need and crave it - yet i go through about eight cups a day. eight slow torturous cups that taste and feel great going down first thing in the morning, and right before bed or after a run or workout, but the other four or five cups are a different story. it's like chinese water torture without the chinese. i don't know if that makes any sense.

at any rate, i keep going through these days forcing water down. i feel like i could float fish in my stomach and they would be perfectly content with always a new place to swim full of fresh cool water. i lean to the left and i hear swishing sounds. when i walk around, there are these bubbles floating up and around down there making "bloop bloop" noises. i girl asked me a few weeks ago if that was my "sounds of the sea" ringtone and i had to answer that it was just my eight glasses.

that's what i've been up to. that and writing a book that is being published as i sip this cool crisp cup of water.

have a good night and take a look at another post-it pet. this one's called "nub worm":



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