Morning doodle
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
How I Spent My Weekend
Friday Night went to see Garfunkle and Oates at Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre
Check out there videos at :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXPcBI4CJc8
Then we downtown to help support OccupyLA
This slogan I lifted
This one is my main issue
Saturday night I went to see Tucker and Dale vs Evil.
A super silly fun film that I highly recommend. Also it is chock a block full of over the top violence, so if you are squeamish, it may be too much.
http://www.magnetreleasing.com/tuckeranddalevsevil/
Then Sunday went to see a puppet show, that my friend Doug Tiano built some fine puppets for the show.
lots o fun!
http://seasofscience.blogspot.com/
Followed by a lovely evening at home
and an early morning screening of Breaking Bad's season fianle.
I knew I had to see it or risk having some surprise blown by talk at work.
Hope everyone had more fun than me, as I had a wonderful time!
Todays Doodles
Pattonoswald's daughter said to him Don't be mean to dinosaurs. So I sent this via tweet to thank her for being protective of them.
This was a meeting doodle that I cleaned up and added a BG.
This was the morning warm up. It's always how I feel on Monday mornings.
Happy Monday!
This was a meeting doodle that I cleaned up and added a BG.
This was the morning warm up. It's always how I feel on Monday mornings.
Happy Monday!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Feet For Sale
Back In the 80s in NYC, Bob Camp called my attention to man selling a pair of human feet. They were in a very nice box, and he was only asking $75.00. Sadly neither of us had that kind of scratch at the time.
Sometimes I really miss the city, where people bring their weirdness to the streets.
In LA you're usually strapped to wall in a basement by the time you figure out someone wasn't, what you expected.
Sometimes I really miss the city, where people bring their weirdness to the streets.
In LA you're usually strapped to wall in a basement by the time you figure out someone wasn't, what you expected.
Inspired by a Craig Tweety.
He was pointing out that until his beautiful female guest arrived he and Andy Rooney were the hottest mamacitas at CBS. How could I not?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Too Big For Show Business
Chris from ToonHole.com was complaining the about a funny fat actor loosing weight...and this popped out.
If you haven't checked Toonhole.com your cheating yourself out of funny.
Monday, September 12, 2011
A day at the Beach with Robert Blake.
A short Story by Katy R:
I never see celebrities when I’m out and about. I either don’t recognize them or I’m just oblivious to them, and if someone doesn’t tell me who just walked past, I’ll never know. I once had a conversation about the difference between g-strings and thongs with some woman in a valet parking queue and I didn’t know I’d been talking to Patricia Arquette until my friend told me, later.
Some years ago, I went on a first date with a man named Vincent. First, we walked along the Venice Beach boardwalk, where I found a hundred-dollar bill on the ground. That seemed a good omen for the day ahead. Then, we went to Malibu, and had lunch at a taco stand by the beach. I went up to get some condiments at the window and when I got back to our table, Vincent told me “That guy next to you in line, who was checking you out, was David Spade.” As you probably know, David Spade looks exactly like himself, so I don’t know why I didn’t notice him until he was pointed out to me. I thought this was terribly exciting, although Vincent probably made up the part about him checking me out. Vincent was a real gentleman in that respect.
We walked onto the sand, where we sat on a towel and drank mimosas Vincent had brought in a cooler. I’m afraid of water, so sitting and people-watching is about all I’ll do at the beach. I was feeling pretty flush with found money and flattery, and generally feeling like I was having the best day of my life.
Then, I noticed this older guy walking up and down the beach. He wasn’t a remarkable looking man in terms of physiognomy, but he caught my eye because there was just something odd about him. He was pacing up and down the beach in this very self-conscious way that simply seemed weird, and I marvelled at him. When he was passing by us for a third time, about thirty feet away from us, I remarked to Vincent, “Look at that man. He looks like he jacks off in the mirror!” I said this in a fairly subdued conversational tone, so I was surprised when Vincent murmered, “That’s Robert Blake, and he heard you.”
“How can he have heard me? We’re at a noisy beach and he’s not that close.”
“Because he’s insane, and crazy people hear everything. I saw him flinch.”
As we watched him walk away Vincent told me a bunch of stuff about the crazy things Robert Blake was known to have done. I think there was something about running down Hollywood Boulevard in a dress, or naked, or something, but I can’t remember now. At any rate, I wasn’t convinced that Vincent was right about Robert Blake having heard me, as it just didn’t seem possible.
A couple of minutes later, Robert Blake came back towards us, and this time he had this sort of tight smile on his face. I became very absorbed in brushing the sand off my feet.
When he got to us, he turned and walked around us, keeping a distance of about 20 feet. When I got the nerve to look over my shoulder, he was circling around behind us, looking straight at me, smiling or grimacing at me.
He circled us repeatedly, never taking his eyes off of me, still smiling that angry little smile. I didn’t exactly feel scared of him, but I was definitely creeped out and afraid that he was going to actually confront me on my comment about his masturbatory habits. I didn’t know what I would say if he did, because I was becoming more and more certain that he *did* jack off in the mirror.
He didn’t say anything, though. After about three laps, he seemed satisfied that he’d made his point, and walked off down the beach.
The rest of the date was fantastic and the Robert Blake incident later came to seem like just another fun part of a really romantic day. I eventually forgot all about it. But, several years later, when he was arrested for the murder of his wife, I didn’t have any doubts that he was guilty.
Vincent's PS:The story is true, but I feel I need to throw in that I have been a fan of Robert Blake and his work since I was a kid. The reason I knew his crazy back stories was that Robert Blake told me and the rest of America in multiple candid and honest interviews on Johnny Carson's The Tonight Show.
I never see celebrities when I’m out and about. I either don’t recognize them or I’m just oblivious to them, and if someone doesn’t tell me who just walked past, I’ll never know. I once had a conversation about the difference between g-strings and thongs with some woman in a valet parking queue and I didn’t know I’d been talking to Patricia Arquette until my friend told me, later.
Some years ago, I went on a first date with a man named Vincent. First, we walked along the Venice Beach boardwalk, where I found a hundred-dollar bill on the ground. That seemed a good omen for the day ahead. Then, we went to Malibu, and had lunch at a taco stand by the beach. I went up to get some condiments at the window and when I got back to our table, Vincent told me “That guy next to you in line, who was checking you out, was David Spade.” As you probably know, David Spade looks exactly like himself, so I don’t know why I didn’t notice him until he was pointed out to me. I thought this was terribly exciting, although Vincent probably made up the part about him checking me out. Vincent was a real gentleman in that respect.
We walked onto the sand, where we sat on a towel and drank mimosas Vincent had brought in a cooler. I’m afraid of water, so sitting and people-watching is about all I’ll do at the beach. I was feeling pretty flush with found money and flattery, and generally feeling like I was having the best day of my life.
Then, I noticed this older guy walking up and down the beach. He wasn’t a remarkable looking man in terms of physiognomy, but he caught my eye because there was just something odd about him. He was pacing up and down the beach in this very self-conscious way that simply seemed weird, and I marvelled at him. When he was passing by us for a third time, about thirty feet away from us, I remarked to Vincent, “Look at that man. He looks like he jacks off in the mirror!” I said this in a fairly subdued conversational tone, so I was surprised when Vincent murmered, “That’s Robert Blake, and he heard you.”
“How can he have heard me? We’re at a noisy beach and he’s not that close.”
“Because he’s insane, and crazy people hear everything. I saw him flinch.”
As we watched him walk away Vincent told me a bunch of stuff about the crazy things Robert Blake was known to have done. I think there was something about running down Hollywood Boulevard in a dress, or naked, or something, but I can’t remember now. At any rate, I wasn’t convinced that Vincent was right about Robert Blake having heard me, as it just didn’t seem possible.
A couple of minutes later, Robert Blake came back towards us, and this time he had this sort of tight smile on his face. I became very absorbed in brushing the sand off my feet.
When he got to us, he turned and walked around us, keeping a distance of about 20 feet. When I got the nerve to look over my shoulder, he was circling around behind us, looking straight at me, smiling or grimacing at me.
He circled us repeatedly, never taking his eyes off of me, still smiling that angry little smile. I didn’t exactly feel scared of him, but I was definitely creeped out and afraid that he was going to actually confront me on my comment about his masturbatory habits. I didn’t know what I would say if he did, because I was becoming more and more certain that he *did* jack off in the mirror.
He didn’t say anything, though. After about three laps, he seemed satisfied that he’d made his point, and walked off down the beach.
The rest of the date was fantastic and the Robert Blake incident later came to seem like just another fun part of a really romantic day. I eventually forgot all about it. But, several years later, when he was arrested for the murder of his wife, I didn’t have any doubts that he was guilty.
Vincent's PS:The story is true, but I feel I need to throw in that I have been a fan of Robert Blake and his work since I was a kid. The reason I knew his crazy back stories was that Robert Blake told me and the rest of America in multiple candid and honest interviews on Johnny Carson's The Tonight Show.
Friday, September 09, 2011
Louis CK the Season is Over....I'll Wait
One of many great moments in this seasons episodes.
Completely unrelated to the plot of the episode.
he looks out the window as a van pulls up. Guys jump out grab a homeless man, and toss him in the back of the van. As two other guys take out a replacement homeless man from the van and place him on the street. then they speed away.
Friday, September 02, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
In Honor of New Stuff From Tom Waits on the Horizon
Which Sparked this Morning's Warm Up Drawing
Enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qeTja7JXK9A
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Happy Birthday John. Now what to get you... What size wife beater do you wear?
A tweet from Saget to Stamos
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Craig Ferguson and the Boys
i don't remember if I published this drawing before, if so sorry.
My DVR misses my late Late show.
Discovering the Village
This is based on my favorite dad and son story as told by the son not too long after the event.The family had to move and the kid wasn't very happy about it. Then I saw him a week later for his art lesson, and he tells me about he and his dad finding a leprechaun village in the forest behind his new house. His face was lit with excitement. They even found a treasure map of the Leprechaun King.
I don't know if the dad went out and built this little village, or if he had it built. But wow, what a great idea, that was executed perfectly.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Frank's First Burning Man
As the sun peeked over the horizon Frank had a lot to digest. The least of which was the Fairy in his lap.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
How I spent My Summer Vacation.....
Well at least How I spent My Sunday
Margaritas and homemade enchiladas :P
Margaritas and homemade enchiladas :P
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Dave Foley Celebrates Shark Week
Dave Twitted: To celebrate Shark Week I'll be attacking surfers then claiming I mistook them for harbor seals.
So I drew this on my lunch break. Also going to see him perform at Largo tonight.
So I drew this on my lunch break. Also going to see him perform at Largo tonight.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
A Memory Triggered by a Louis Ck bit From His Stand Up Last Night
I had forgotten about doing it until he mentioned his mom like mine, would buy unsalted Saltines.
Why would a mom buy an unsalted saltine? Because she knew her kids wouldn't eat them and they'd last longer.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
CYMAX Stores Should be Avoided Worst Customer Service I've Ever Experienced
Cymax is a furniture Seller/Shipper. run away from them.
Cymax left me hanging for a month. When I would check my order on line it would say"in progress" after a month I called and was informed that there was an "unspecified problem in communicating my order"But they could not tell what or why. (that is no way to run a business)
NO ONE had contacted me to tell me there was any sort of problem. They just left me flapping in the wind, thinking my TV stand was working its way to me.
I was told to wait yet another week to see if this could be sorted out. So I sit on my hands for a week, with my new TV sitting on the floor in harms way. At the end of the week Cymax STILL had NO answer as to why there was a problem, or when they might rectify it. Mind you they of course charged my card. I now have canceled my order and ordered from what I hope is a more reputable company, that has the ability to pick up a phone and sort out their internal problems, as well as keeping their customers informed.
I will NEVER EVER order anything else from CYMAX. Worst vague customer service I've ever received.
My Guess is they won't publish this But I will post it on all the social networks I have access to.
Happy to report this post shows up on google searches. :)
Friday, July 08, 2011
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
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