Thursday, March 03, 2011

"Hat Man"



Is this too dark? Can you see it? Anyway, here's some spooky reading if you're interested:

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

The Next One

It's pretty much just the Myth of Sisyphus-- just set in the Valley instead of the Hills.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Boid

Look at this lil' birdy! I found (her) injured on a rainy Burbank sidewalk today. After much ado, I was able to get her to a guy here in town who rehabilitates birds.

Isn't it strange how things happen? Wouldn't it be weird if this were the same pigeon that inspired Wednesday's post? Could be. I think she's going to be OK. I hope so.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Indeed





Yeah, what now, little friend? You've got all of Burbank spread out before you. OH, the Possibilities! But, with so much potential, how do you proceed? Fly in any one direction, and you will have left behind 359 degrees of what could have been--any one of which could have offered you a life entirely different from the one you choose, and entirely different from any of the others. It's a lot to consider.

Of course, there are more than 360 ways to go. That's just an arbitrary chopping up of our experience of the world. In reality, there are infinite directions in which to travel--even in a two dimensional framework. The "circle" which we divide into 360 degrees exists only in two dimensions. Add to it the third dimension-- make it a sphere of potentiality, and it's still infinite, but could it contain an even larger infinity of possible directions in which to travel? And what about time? That's often considered the fourth dimension, so if we add that bit of flavor to our pigeon's casserole of potentiality, then it's no wonder he's just sitting there not doing anything. The enormity of the decision paralyzes him!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Good News!

Hey guys, she was found! Now she's back at home where she belongs-- 1 1/2 years later!

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

SpongeGod

Did I show you this one? Another one I storyboarded (wrote the song, too).

Dance Party

Here's one of the shorts that I storyboarded-- if you can get it to play.

Handyman

I've got to hand it to you. I just can't put my finger on why. Just don't knuckle under, OK? I know you'll nail it-- now that they're under your thumb.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

"The Cat is Out of the Bag"

Is the cat out of the bag? Is there a bag? A cat? That doesn't look much like a cat to me... It could be one, though. If I had a cat that looked like that, I might keep it in a bag. No, I like animals too much to do that. Still, it's a pretty weird looking cat.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Everyone's a Critic

This really happened. I saw myself in the mirror, and I recognized myself. And, in my head, I said, "Hey, that's me." And, then, in another part of my head, I said, unbidden, "Or, what's left of me." I thought that was kind of funny, but also, who asked you to say anything???

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Surface Appearances

They appear not only to be separate from one another, but also from you. We know better, though, don't we.

(That period probably ought to be a question mark, but it felt too wimpy that way.)

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

The Fire Within

Try as you may to hide it, your hairstyle and the glint in your eye betrays that which lies beneath-- that engine of good-fortune, that mighty source of heat and light, that which is stoked and nourished from the raw material of the spiritus sanctum in excelsis meow meow. Good on ye, mate.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Thursday, December 23, 2010