I can't draw 'em but I sure am licensed to drive 'em!
I'm more happy that I actually got to take the test than passing, after almost two whole years. I don't really need to drive in the city, but I've run into so many ridonkulous setbacks since I got my permit in 04 that I'm still in shock. On the downside, now I'll have to chauffer my sister places... in my mom's poorly drawn minivan.
And I don't care if my brother technically passed his test five minutes before me, we still got our l
Whenever I feel down, I remember the wise words a green frog and his friends once sang to me after his dream of directing a major motion picture came crashing down before his very eyes.
Life is like a movie
Write your own ending
Keep believing
Keep pretending
We've done what we just set out to do
Thanks to the lovers
The dreamers
And YOUUUUUUUU
and the only things hotter than the almost-tangible humidity were the leather seats of my mom's minivan. I got burned touching the steering wheel. Wearing an dark gray shirt today was ALL kinds of dumb.
BUT I got new shoes. They're Neopolitan colored (like the ice cream) and I did indeed pay less, Payless. Now I don't have to buy a new pair for another two years.
Anyway, you know what I really look forward to? Strong Bad Email #173. Why? Look no further than SBEmail "montage". I've secretly
This year's haul:
-As requested, one manual orange juicer of less than stellar quality. Not quite the lever-puller I had in mind, but it squeezes oranges (dully), so I'm at least thankful.
-A lovely new t-shirt.
-Five phonecalls, three of them sang.
-Two books; a graphic novel by a New Yorker Cartoonist called Cancer Vixen, and a very rare unedited prereleased copy of Scott McCloud's Making Comics.
-Five exquisite cupcakes, four manhandled so horribly that they'd fused into a sol
For one dollar and ten sweet minutes of taste-bud tangoing, it's so worth the repetitive jingle and the noxious truck fumes and crossing the searing street barefoot.
(FYI, the joke on the stick is "What's the most important thing you need to go skateboarding?"
(The answer is: a skateboard. DUH!)
There's a song I've been listening to a lot called "Summer's the Worst" by Michael Leviton. I first heard it on They Might Be Giant's Podcast 5B (and saw him perform it live when I went to see TMBG in concert back in May) It's a very melancholy tune, kinda retro-50's bathing suits in my mind (I don't know why), but he utilizes the xylophone and the ukelele nicely.
To contrast the title, I was sitting out on my deck today because it wasn't 90 plus degrees outside and we have very nice deck cha
I have two pairs of brand spankin' new, so-white-they-make-your-eyes-water-in-the-sunlight sneakers.
WHAT SHOULD I DRAW ON THEM?
I'm leaning towards dinosaurs, the four seasons, or all the things I'm fangorical for, but I still appreciate/want suggestions.
(Tenthennial Postiversary)
Look what came in the mail this afternoon!
That's a T-shirt design called "Stat City" and the shirt arrived right when I was getting dressed. I can't link to the site itself from BZP (due to forums and innappropriateness and stuff), but it's a very awesome place where people submit their own t-shirt designs and other people vote on them, then the designs with the most votes are made into shirts and the winners recieve cash and gift certificates as well as having their designs printed. It'
He always seemed so... invincible. The man handled nature's deadliest creatures and not even the risk of losing a limb, or his life, stopped him; he always bounced back with a "crikey!" and a smile. I can’t believe he’s gone. People have slandered him in the past (some still are now), but I truly think the world would be a better place if there were more Steve Irwins to go around - not just in profession, but in persona as well. He was such a dedicated environmentalist, and he was passionate and
So there was this lady who came up to my register last month. She had this big poofy hairdo that looked like a red, upside down beehive and had large-rimmed glasses. Must've been in her fifties or sixties. So anyway, she comes up to my register with a shirt with a $20 tag, but she apparently left the other $10 bill she thought she had in the car, so she was upturning her purse onto my counter to scrape together whatever money she had in there to pay for the shirt. She even borrowed two dimes fro
You've probably heard by now, but there was a plane crash here in New York City. To add to an already rainy gray and gloomy day (and probably due to it), a small airplane crashed into a residential building up on 72nd street, about 11 streets and a couple of blocks up from where I was unknowingly taking a field trip to the Society of Illustrators gallery. I didn't even know about it until my friend called me from NJ asking if I was alright. I couldn't hear her very well because of all the sirens
Wanna hear about my awesome coincidence of the day? Okay so I was walking the several blocks between my evening class to the subway and I passed by the other kind of Subway (the sandwhich emporium) which has a musical speaker mounted above the doorway. I've never noticed it there before, or that it played music at night, but tonight it was playing "99 Luftballons" by Nena (original German). I was like woah, that's one of my favorite songs! Then I get on the subway, and as I move to one of the se
Now I confess that I have not read a Series of Unfortunate Events. I haven't seen the movie in it's entirety. I didn't even finish the one book I did begin, that being the Carniverous Carnival. Not out of lack of interest or anything, but lack of time. My 12-year-old sister is nuts about the book though, and about a week an a half ago I was passing by Barnes and Noble in Union Square and there was a big sign that prompted me to call her, which in turn caused her to shriek ecstatically into the p
Okay, there is a certain topic in the Artwork General forum in which the topic creator decided to promote his artwork with the subtitle stating that the artwork was awesome. This caused everyone and their grandmother to jump down his throat about it.
Now I really hate to make a soapbox. I'm not a good speaker by any great shakes, and I really don't want to mistakenly accuse or offend anyone. And I know the Artwork forum is no more perfect now than it was when I joined. And yet out of all the
New York will always be my one true love, but I'm allowed to see other cities, right? In that case Montreal is my secret lover and one day we'll run away together to a wonderful world of legal street graffiti and two Crêperies on every block. Montreal is a magical dream whirl that can't be summed up by anything less than a series of fragmented exclamations: colors! wall art! crêpes! maple syrup! Canada! Canada! friendly bilingual citizens! jazz festivals! art festivals! botanical gardens! Canadi
I will draw you many nice pictures if you give me money for them, which will then be used to buy this work of art that I saw at the Renn Faire last week:
I will also be your best friend FOREVER.
Tomorrow (or today, depending on what time I press "post new entry") is my last day of working my summer job. I shall be wearing this shirt. It is symbolic of my release from the world of retail. So long, eight hour shifts and Subway lunches! Good riddance, nasty theiving customers and aching muscles! GoodBYE paychec-- oh.
But now that I have more than enough money and I've gotten my really big project out of the way like I promised I would, I can finally buy me one of these beauties.
Let'
