Santana

This is not just another post to break my previous record for posts in a month.

A recent B.S. Report (Bill Simmons' podcast for ESPN) had him call his buddy Jack-O, who savaged the Twins. His comments sum up how I feel, and must be repeated here:

"The Twins have to be the dumbest franchise in the history of professional sports. Let me just get that on the record. Since they traded arguably the best pitcher in baseball for four guys no one's every heard of before. And by the way, will never hear of again."

"But if you're a Minnesota Twins fan, and you go to that stadium, and you give any kind of money to your owner, who's like one of the wealthiest guys in the world, and won't pay players, then you're a fool. You get what you deserve. Like if anybody goes there and watches games, you're an idiot... If you go see the Minnesota Twins play, you are an idiot."

"So they have their wealthiest owner, who somehow has to have a payroll of $14, basically. You have the best pitcher in the game, and then they trade him for a nickel on the dollar... and I'm still gonna go and pay my Minnesota Twins season tickets? I don't get it."

Neither do I.

005

"My bedroom walls were in serious need of redecoration, and I do mean serious. The previous color was peach, for crying out loud. Peach has never been a good color for walls, never. Plus, there was an unsightly hole where I had put my elbow through the wall in a fit of rage years prior. I'm lucky I didn't connect with a stud; I had some pretty good force going on that one. So my work was cut out for me.

"I had visions in my head of the most brilliantly decorated walls in history..."

The Stills Are #1

I was feeling a bit silly and high on the Stills when I did this. I've been excited about a lot of music lately. The enthusiasm tide is flowing strong.

Also, I'm really ticked about the Santana trade. We could've had much better offers. Now another sports megastar is leaving Minnesota, and hope takes a back seat for a few more years. No sweat, it's only been a collective 64 team-years without a pro sports championship in Minny. No hurry, guys.

Additionally, my dislike for Hillary is reaching large proportions. On the CBS Evening News last night, Katie Couric asked the candidates what one book, besides the Bible, they'd want to bring into the White House with them. First, I like that the Bible still qualifies as an easy, cop out answer. Second, Obama said some biography of Lincoln, which is money. All the candidates stated their book and explained why. Then Hillary, in all her infinite wisdom says, "Well I'd make sure to bring a copy of the Constitution since it's clear that there's none in the White House right now."

She never misses a chance to insult someone, does she? Now, I'm not a big fan of George the Second either, but I'm not running for president. She will use any opportunity to attack anyone for any reason. She doesn't know the meaning of the term "respectfully disagree." She doesn't understand that though we don't all see eye to eye, we do (to some degree) have to work TOGETHER to make any progress. She will do and say anything to win this election, and that-- that --is why she should be last person on Earth to wield that kind of power.

004

"The next day I got a call from my buddy Elroy. He was trying to set up a night out, and even though I knew it was going to end up at the Ole Piper, I reluctantly agreed. I tried to tell him about my startling revelation from the day before, but that conversation headed nowhere fast. I should have known better and just saved my breath. I suppose I was hoping for a spontaneous evolution in the phone habits of the North American male. No dice. So with a few hours to go until the promise of tap beer and pizza toppings past their prime, I set out to commence a project I'd had on hold for a few weeks. Grabbing my keys and CD wallet, I hustled down the sidewalk to my car, unexpectedly eager for a trip to the hardware store."

[In real life, the Ole Piper has excellent pizza. Just so you know.]

Clock and chapel

The Campbell's Soup clock is hanging in my garage, and it gets creepier the longer I look at it. I never understood how those kids were supposed to make the soup more appealing. The numbers on the clock really are that messed up, I was actually quite accurate about drawing them.

Manitou

It was a warm day and I found myself sans wife, so I took my sketchbook out for a jog. After being shut out of Glen Eyre (brusquely) I wandered over to Manitou Springs.

January 17 - 24, 2008

Some things I've learned about myself:

1. My eyebrows are not symmetrical.
2. Neither are my ears.
3. Neither are my nostrils.
4. Shading is best left on the sidelines.
5. Do it by 5 PM or it doesn't get done at all.
6. It's time to vary my expressions.

Nuclear Brain Tree

Pen, watercolor, and digital.

This is my first fully-vested attempt at illustration, based on a tree in Bear Creek Park.

Sleeping

Tuning up

I know I'm over four years late to this party, but "The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place" by Explosions in the Sky is instantly one of my top ten albums ever. It's that good, that I can buy it yesterday and declare that today. It'll change your life, especially if you play it during any creative endeavor whatsoever. I cannot stress this enough.

Explosions in the Sky.

For those in my office, it's on my shared list. For the masses in the great unknown, you get their concert on All Songs Considered. Either way.

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Now playing: Explosions In The Sky - First Breath After Coma