SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
1.31.08
I've got bronchitis.
I had to go to the doctor this morning.
I look horrible:
I feel like I'm losing my reading audience.
I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. Sometimes I'm obsessively in love with you.
But enough about me.
On an unrelated note, I've been asking people to name 5 ways to be more interesting.
It's for some TOP SECRET project I'm cooking up. (I really like saying TOP SECRET.)
So, you don't have to worry about me using these ways for any sort of self-advancement, which is what David B. accused me of!
He also said he thinks I give too much credence to being well-known.
Gah.
Anyway, after protesting and questioning my motives, he submitted this list to me:
My internet stalker (omg srsly) Sarah C. saved me the trouble and wrote out her list for me (without me asking her to!)
I know---I KNOW---she misspelled 'mom'---she spelled it 'mum'---but she's from the UK.
So you kinda have to think.
SO.
My question to you is:
What are five ways to be more interesting?
(P.S. I'm still sick.)
I've had this song from "Shortbus" stuck in my head for a couple days now, and I haven't even finished the movie yet.
I was all like, "Haha, that'd be funny if they showed them having---oh, wait, they ARE showing it. And rather graphically."
I'm not feeling well right now.
I'm sick. =(
I'm in pain.
And each cough is making my head pound.
I tried to remember how to work out a very simple calculus equation, but I didn't solve it the first time around.
So, it took a couple times (and a couple tadpole-fish with tentacle tails) to get it right.
Sometimes I'll see somebody so beautiful it makes me want to be a different person.
Yeah, you heard me.
That's how it goes down.
Sorry, it's a little past 5AM. I can't sleep.
Too sped up.
But yeah... beautiful people.
I'm a sucker for them.
I'm gonna probably be living in Brooklyn during the month of February.
How bout that?
CHEW ON THIS.
(I included a BB design idea and a picture of me from around 2004.)
People sure do change once you say that you're not in love with them.
Jeezus.
I was drawing Texas the other day:
I mean, it's NOT Wyoming or anything.
Blevin Blectum asked me to design the shirts for her new tour coming up!
(She's one of my favorite artists.)
Here are some Blevin Blectum designs I'm working on:
Today was the first time in a long while that I left the apartment.
I went to (in no particular order) shoot a roll of film and sit in a park and work on some more drawings. (I don't draw very well at all.)
My pen ran out of ink.
That was really lame.
THAT'S when I got up and started shooting pictures.
1.24.08
Beer.
Popsicle.
Stuffed dead baby alligator.
Sombrero!
Yes, everyone---EVERYONE---knows that Heath Ledger is dead.
But last night I was watching "Bully" (a Larry Clark film, so you know it's fucked up) and afterwards I was reading up on the movie and the real life story.
I went to read up on Brad Renfro...
And apparently he died this week.
And I had no idea.
I dunno if you know who he is.
But he also played Josh in "Ghost World".
And he was the young witness in "The Client".
Oh, well.
I finished a roll of film when I was in Boston.
But when I taped the film shut, I noticed that my Diana hadn't wound the film as tightly as it should have.
And I was really worried that the entire roll would be ruined.
But it wasn't.
Just distorted.
What was my dream about?
Well, Chris K. and I were at a movie theater to see "The Next Karate Kid, Part 3". (Remember when Hilary Swank was in "The Next Karate Kid"? I could never be a famous actor because I'd be all like, "Fuck that, I'm not doing that role." And then no one'd hire me cuz I'm too picky.)
And then a little while into the movie, the movie stops cuz there's a mess up.
So, Chris and I go back to his place---or my place? I dunno, it doesn't matter. But what DOES matter is that there was a white couch.
And then Chris got sick all of a sudden and vomits ferociously in shades of green and purple.
Gross.
And so after that we go to this amusement park, but he can't go on the ride because he's ill.
I have to go on it alone.
I walk all the way up to the top---the ride was sorta built like those really tall slides at water parks, where you have to walk all the way to the top unlike a roller coaster which TAKES you to the top---okay, so I walk to the top, and there are no bars or anything to keep you from falling off the top.
So, I'm all like, "Fuck that, I'm SO not going to the edge of this platform."
And then I walk backwards a little bit and fall off the platform.
