Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
peabody and sherman. day 1.
I'm sort of faddish. I get an idea or activity in my head and it stews around for weeks. For the last month it has been zombie books. I think I've read about 25 or so. Lately its been the rocky & buillwinkle show. Particularlly, peabody and sherman and the wold of commander mcbragg.
It should be be pretty easy to make a big ol' peabody, sherman, and the WABAC (way - back) machine painting. I found a still on the internets and sketched it out today.
2 weeks maybe?
peabody and sherman. day 1.
I'm sort of faddish. I get an idea or activity in my head and it stews around for weeks. For the last month it has been zombie books. I think I've read about 25 or so. Lately its been the rocky & buillwinkle show. Particularlly, peabody and sherman and the wold of commander mcbragg.
It should be be pretty easy to make a big ol' peabody, sherman, and the WABAC (way - back) machine painting. I found a still on the internets and sketched it out today.
2 weeks maybe?
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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I showed the people at work how to twist flourescent bulbs so that they will stay off. Now our work area is quite dark. A few folks have brought in lamps. I declared that I was going to bring in "a leg lamp", jokingly of course.
I came back from lunch today to find my whiteboard decorated with a set of christmas lights. Do you remember the leg lamp from "A Christmas Story"?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
More Overheard in my house
E: I guess I'm gonna run to walmart.
R : WHat for?
E: To get a valentines day present.
R: From walmart?
E: Yeah. Any ideas?
R: Hmm.....how about a buck knife?
E: She'd cut my balls off with it. Maybe a candle.
R: That's weak.
E: This sucks.
Overheard in my house
E: I haven't bought a valentine's day present yet.
R: Why not?
E: I"m lazy. I don't care about that stupid shit.
R: Duh.
E: ....
R: She'll be mad at you.
E: Valentine's day is horrible.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
real life stories
I came home today to find E. sitting on the front porch smoking a parliament.
"You don't want to go in there", he said.
"Why?", I replied.
"Just trust me", was the retort.
I cracked the door and was assaulted by a blast of shit stench. I immediately closed the door and sat down on the porch.
"Told you.", he said.
We sat there for 20 minutes dreading the inevitable. I can only deduce that:
1) My house was broken into
2) The thieves brought a horse in with them
3) They fed it life threating amounts of laxatives
4) Then they fed it cabbage, beets, potatoes and 2 small sheep
We cleaned it up and swiffer wet jetted the floor. The living room now smells like poo & douche.