I really want to do a portrait of Andy Kaufman. Here’s a first attempt. Not really a final anything, more like a sketch/thumbnail.
Lately, I’ve been talking with a friend about stuff from our childhood and it amazes me to see, going back, what really has an effect on my emotions. Fred Rogers quotes make me cry.
YEAAAH NOW ZINES IN THE MAIL WOOOO LOUD DECLARATIONS OF EXCITEMENT
Aw yeah, finally got my copy of Story War! I’m actually a little afraid to open them. I’m sure the power contained inside is too much for me to handle.
The cat is my buddy Cleo. She’s trying her best to ignore me putting stuff on her.
Went out to the bar last night to see Katie Dill (http://katiedill.bandcamp.com/) perform. And I failed in getting any friends to join me. So, I wound up drinking alone. Which I knew would be a terrible idea. And, lo and behold, I was correct.
Katie was great, though.
Time to avoid logging into Facebook
So now I’m going to carry two books at a time. But what’s going to end up happening is I’ll end up reading both books and forget to bring more to keep my mind busy and aaglaueiafebgfvaoliuleg
Currently I’m working through Jack Kerouac’s Book of Dreams and re-reading Box Office Poison by Alex Robinson.
I saw the Night Birds and Zero Boys play the Ottobar last Tuesday in B-More. This comic isn’t either of those bands, but one of the openers that really tickled me. The juxtaposition his metal voice followed by his actual tiny voice is just the greatest.