Creativity

But, What a Clear Picture!

We're buying a new television.

Pink Lady

I was at the grocery store lastnight, and in the parking lot I saw this woman dressed from head to toe in pink. And, I noticed that the color of her clothes wasn't too far off from the color of her skin. I then imagined that her clothes actually were her skin.
The hood of her sweatshirt was the best part! It looked like a big scrotum on her back.

Heaven's Gate

Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of the day the Heaven's Gate cult members committed mass suicide believing that their spirits (or whatever their flesh "containers" held) could then hitch a ride with the spacecraft they believed was trailing the Hale-Bopp Comet.
I was watching the news lastnight, and the woman that was reporting on this story kept referring to the Heaven's Gate members' "Bizarre Beliefs" and their "Deranged Leader," and other similarly derisive comments. I certainly wouldn't argue with her assessment, but I wondered why other belief systems with reality-defying beliefs aren't treated with the same disdain.
I mean isn't it also a bit insane to believe in someone born of a virgin; who performed "miracles"; who died and subsequently rose from the dead? (I am, of course, referring to Mithraism...what did you think I was talking about?)

Incubate

This morning as I rode my bike to work I was passed in the opposite direction by this guy dressed in black riding a big, tough motorcycle and projecting this image of bad-ass motherf***er. He was so over the top that it seemed obvious that he must have been trying to cover up some kind of MAJOR insecurity.

It was at that moment that I came up with the idea of looking at people while holding in mind the mental image or the thought of a baby. It seemed like it made it easier to see what they were up to, if you know what I mean.

Come to think of it, I guess the very act of formulating of this exercise exposes MY little insecurities, too!

Hands

So many things to do. So many deadlines to meet. So many people to satisfy. So many hands...

I Hate Video Games!

Cured

I got sick, so I stayed home from work today. I find that sleeping is the best way to fight a cold.

Goal-Oriented

When they ask, "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" I can show them this.

Sorry for the erratic posting lately. Things at work are hectic (I'm putting the final touches on that song sequence I'm art-directing-- among other things). And, Taffy's disappearance has me all messed up, too. Speaking of which, we got a call yesterday afternoon from a kid saying he'd seen a cockatiel in the trees at his junior high school (which is about a mile south of our house). So, we checked it out and didn't see him, but I spent a couple hours hanging posters in the area anyway. Maybe he's still out there!

Keep Swimming

I think I was brushing my teeth this morning when I thought of all the time I spend doing things only because I need to do them in order to maintain my current
life-state (like brushing my teeth). Not much time is left over for doing what I want.
That's when this image came to me. It doesn't really illustrate the aforementioned thought, but it's sort of in the same vein: struggling to maintain the status quo.

Liar

I read this article that said most laughter isn't a response to finding something funny, but rather that it's a social tool that helps us get along with each other.

That's funny. Isn't it?

P.S. No news on Taffy.

New Friend

Another sad thing about Taffy's disappearance is that he left our other cockatiel, Salty, alone. It's been 3 days now, so we decided to get Salty a companion. We got a really pretty white one (with a little grey on the wings). We don't know if it's a male or female. He/she is pretty nervous about being in a new place, too, but hopefully that will pass soon.
We cerainly aren't replacing Taffy (he is one-of-a-kind, believe me), and we're definitely not giving up on him either. We'll be more than happy to have 3 birds in the house!

Troubles

I'm unable to post drawings to Blogger from work lately, so until that's resolved I'll be posting later than usual (once I get home).

Flyer

Here's the flyer I made and put up all over the place lastnight. (Of course, I didn't blur out the phone number on the ones I posted). No response yet.
I don't really feel like drawing funny stuff today.

Please Come Home

Taffy, one of our two pet cockatiels--the first one we got--escaped lastnight. It was awful. I've never felt so helpless as I did when I heard him calling out as he ascended higher and higher into the darkness. He must have been so scared. He has no experience flying outside, let alone in the middle of the night.

We did what we could to look for him. Nina took Cooper in the car and drove around the area, and I took my bike and rode for miles, but it was useless. Who knows how far he could have gotten and whether or not he could even figure out how to land being as disoriented as he must have been.

We're checking with all the animal shelters in the area, and Nina's driving around as I write this. Fuck. I don't know what to do.

Nose to the Grindstone

Lots to do today!

Multifaceted

I have mixed feelings about today.

Change is Good?

My $15 sunglasses broke today. Now I'll be using my $2 pair.

So, It's True!

I took a poll, and it turns out that five out of five adults agree that poop is funny.

Gut Run

I've gained 20 pounds (9 kilograms) since I ran the Los Angeles Marathon 2 years ago.

Don't Upset Pan

I bet Pan doesn't like the Elks Club. Don't mess with Pan.

Blood & Heads

I gave blood today, and the blood drive was held at the Burbank Elks Lodge. As I lay there bleeding, staring into the dead, glass eyes of a bodyless elk's head, I wondered "If you have a club named after a certain animal, why would you hang the severed head of said animal on the wall of your clubhouse?" I would think that you might want to show respect to, and admiration for, the namesake of your fraternity rather than take a buzzsaw to its corpse and display what you cut off on the wall!

Maybe they could change their name to "The Severed Heads Club."