rough start, easy finish

all night long - nightmares about fires; i would wake up and run to the window (in my dream) and the hillside was covered in tiny glowing threads of flame.

i would wake up and run to the window to see tiny houses and their even tinier window lights.

it is still safe where i am and i hope it is this safe wherever you are too.

best,
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get out of the kitchen

san diego is on fire.

i'm waiting up to see if the winds will push fire into my backyard.

it's not too close but it's also not far enough away.

here is a current view of my area:

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be seeing you
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Paper Pushers part 2.

i'm in a show with THIS GUY. - as well as a bunch of other talented kids. If you haven't yet seen his work, it's awesome.

^____^

so that's what i've been working on instead of new pics for the blog. I'll post a pic soon and then more when the show has started.

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sting like a butterfly

this is totally made up:

i met a girl who was an artist. after asking my opinion on a piece of artwork she had come somewhat close to finishing she insulted me. she asked what i had done that justified my advice, which was overly gracious and to no degree negative. i answered that i did art on a daily basis and studied it actively for many years of my life as well as do traditional work for a gallery.

R&B was playing in her apartment and it was 'round midnight. she was drunk and booty dancing.

she laughed and said "isn't it funny that i'm so much more talented than you, but you have shows?"

i broke eye contact with her at that point; to be civil and well tempered was a lie and i was soon to lie a great deal. i told her that she was entitled to her opinion and thanked for for showing me her den but i would be leaving.

she stopped me from going down the stairs and to my car and gave me a little bit more information about the relationship between her and i, which up to that point had been friendly acquaintances but would presently change to something far less comfortable.

"i'm out of your league." she told me. "i'm way out of your league. i'm up here." the words spread out of her mouth the way the last dry ounce of toothpaste fizzles and pops out of a tube.

"i'm one step up from you, but i'm willing to come down."

at that point she could have been literal, as i was one step down the steps and headed slowly towards the car, but this deer-against-speeding-motorcar had to be watched for at least a few more syllables. i was enjoying it for the tale that it had already become.

"i'm willing to come down to your level. all you have to do..." dramatic pause ".... is say the word."

i walked down the stairs and said something lame like "maybe i'll ask for you for christmas."

we said our goodbyes and i climbed into my car, pleased with the situation for the merit of it entertaining outcome, knowing that this single situation would one day help me make new friends or a lover or entertain a lonely soul or mortal enemy.

at least i now know my place on this earth: i'm one level beneath drunken embarassing egomania, and that is just fine by me.

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the pendulum'swings

i think i'm going back to a few days of black and white posts. colours are too difficult for me right now. ¿ok?

now go enjoy yourself and see the new wes anderson movie.

&Rew.

my host has a first name...

what begins in anger ends in shame.

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you're only as good as your last move.

making good on my word.

be seeing you.
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reservations for one

i really really wanted to post tonight but i just don't have the time because of something...

so i'm putting a placeholder, and scout's honor it will be replaced with the finisher post-it-pet within the next 24 hours bar any acts of g_d etc.

so this'll have to do until i have time to really make one.


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inch (worm) by inch (worm)

inch by inch it's a sinch*,
by the yard it gets hard.

i looked "sinch" up on dictionary dot com, since i wasn't really sure how to spell it. the spelling i used wasn't listed as a spelling for the thought i'm trying to convey, but i'm going to go with it anyways.

"sinch" is supposed to be slang for simple. "it's a sinch!" (it's really easy.) so what i'm trying to say is that if you break something down into small steps, it can ge accomplished easily. if you try to do too much at once, it can be very difficult. this applies to me making these paintings - if i tried to sit down and paint 400 in one sitting, i might fail, but if i did a few a week for a few years - it might be fun. ^___^

nobody asked me but that was on my mind today as i was painting this pet. after over four hundred of these, the process has gotten pretty simple for me to go through.

that's not to say digital painting is easy or coming up with these is easy, because sometimes it's not - but i'm going to have to say that the 400th one was much easier than the 1st one. according to a good friend of mine, once i have painted 500 of these, i will be good at making them.

( *__* )

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*sinch should be cinch

thank g_d i'm not an english teaching person...

you're weird.

i ate lunch at joe's barbeque today.

lunch was with the usual suspects Ben and Dave.

it was a pretty good meal - i had the sampler plate with jerked chicken and beef barbeque sandwiches. i did have to pull out a strange rubber beak looking piece and a bone shard large enough to puncture both lungs with ease, but otherwise the flavor was good. i suppose i don't mind picking a bone out of a sandwich every once in a while.

the lunchtime discussion started when i decided to describe a gang fight across the street from my house a few weeks ago - and somehow i ended up relating it to bees fighting dogs and how it's a good idea not to disturb the fighting bees or dogs otherwise they might have allied with each other and then you'd be running from dogs and bees (something like that).

at some point in time the conversation switched when Dave informed us that he'd once kicked a desk while a friend of his was asleep upon it - and he expressed that it was probably the meanest thing he could have done to a sleeping person. i concurred but ben begged to differ, stating that it could have been worse were he to hold a book over the sleeper's head. (this all goes in line with the fact that i think ben is one of the most evil people i know - he always know how to make something more evil).

we began to discuss the logistics of a desk kick and potential kinetic energy transference - how much force was probably administered and what damage it could have/did do. at some point we were describing a double kick with two desks (one above one bellow) and the somehow administering them simultaneously to a sleeping student. i'm not sure exactly where the conversation had gone by that point, but we were interrupted.

a woman sitting behind us turned and broke into our conversation. it was oddly silent before and directly after, but she informed us "you are weird." dead silence. we all exchanged glances and then looked back at the woman. a moment and a half passed, and then we continued he discussion at regular pace.

well, woman, i'm glad you interrupted us to say that because otherwise i wouldn't know what to blog about right now, and while she was probably right that our conversation was strange - the liberating power it gave me to be called "weird" and judged by a stranger (and the realization on my part that i really don't give a flying rat's dick what she thought) was pretty cool.

Speak your mind, but make it quick! - i'm busy debating the philosophical difference between kicking a desk and nudging a sleeping dog with my friends. we're all quite content to speak about whatever we please while we're pulling chicken bones out of our sloppy joes.

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empty gut

this is how i felt before i went for mexican tonight, but now i'm much better thanks.

be seeing you,
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post-it fire mouse thing

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glowing up is hard to do.

my head still hurts from all the guiness last night.

argggg. make the room stop spinning.

&Rew.

¿where are my bones? ¿who stole my bones?

i'm sleepy.

this guy is called "airhead".

&REw.