Another example from my recent sketch work. I'd consider this a finished piece.
This does not mean I'm writing horror any time soon.


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I shall never be ashamed of citing a bad author if the line is good.
-Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Today, I cleaned my marker board up a bit. Even with a dry erase board, the ink will eventually leave stains. So, occasionally some of my scrawlings have to go. Here's what had been on there too long:

• I've been putting a lot of pressure on the education system lately.
• Someday, I'll eat two meals.
• When I Have Shoes
• Dear Santa: FUCK CHRISTMAS
• If I'm White ( Read more... )

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!

Why?
It may be time to stage a Jay-and-Silent-Bob-esk Hollywood intervention. Who told DiCaprio he could associate his name with the likes of Katsuhiro Otomo? Sure, The Beach was tolerable, but DiCaprio didn't have much to do with that. It's hard to get good writing wrong ( Read more... )

Sure, it's cool to pick on aging fascist Fidel Castro, but maybe we should look to our own decrepit leaders. Senator Robert Byrd is third in line to be the leader of the free world if both Pres. Bush and Mr. Cheney should be formally judged unfit to carry out their duties. Good thing Iran and Korea are really Wag the Dogs when it comes to the ( Read more... )

My iPod's battery died last week.
Of course, its extended warranty expired shortly beforehand.

Dead iPod Returns To Life Every Year On Anniversary Of Death

Now it's more of a USB hard drive than mp3/video player.

Sure, I haven't been actively journaling the last couple weeks.

Yes. I told myself I should be writing every day. It would likely behoove me as well to write every little snippet that pops into my brain down on paper, as well. You know, keep the creative juices flowing.

Well, after a tough work week (yes, I have those occasionally) the creative ( Read more... )

One of the world's most prolific breakfast items has made its way back on to my plate. Now, I must admit, pancakes have not been a featured player in breaking my fast. At some point in the past, they dried up. Maybe both figuratively and literally. Did some diner pawn off dried-up, chewy monstrosities? Did I, in desperation substitute soy milk for ( Read more... )

Unique by design
floating softly from the sky,
now just a puddle.

Nine-volt battery,
twenty-dollar detector.
Carbon Monoxide!