America's Got Ennui.

Not even Hasselhoff can save summer television programming.

Summer in Colorado.

Time for some bluegrass, grilling, and hiking. I pretty much hate summer, but I'm trying to change that this time around. Maybe if I can just stay cool and avoid hearing the crazy neighbors.

Two for the show

My wife needs three 8x8 frames filled for her classroom. Inspirational canines will be the theme. The other two will read, "Listen up, you little turds," and "You're not as special as your mom says you are." It's going to be so great.


It's a little fun, no? (You know, aside from looking a little too much like Danny Gregory's work.)

Unrelatedly, I really really hate summer. When you break into a sweat while eating, that's too hot. When your neighbors all have loud motorcycles and like to drive away at 1 am, that's not cool. When the crazies and the yellers and the fireworks come out into the street at all hours, I start to twitch. I'm hating summer more and more each day. And we're about to plunge headlong into August. Guh.

Painting v. Drawing

I miss my pen sometimes.

The wife is out for the summer, so I'm going out on a limb and saying that my productivity will probably be going down. More quality marriage time, less quality art time. But! I'm going to try to write more with my posts, to show that I'm not just another pretty face. Yeah.