My rags mount the March banks #11
Thursday, February 21st, 2008Marking time and growing my hair for Sunday the 17th of February of the year of our intuition and bewilderment 2008.


Marking time and growing my hair for Sunday the 17th of February of the year of our intuition and bewilderment 2008.

Streaming fingers and rot for Sunday the 10th of February of the year of our diseased invincibility 2008.


Perhaps you have been reading this blog for the last seven weeks and wondering, “I wonder what he is going to do this Sunday?” Well hey, it looks like I’m writing about it right now. Megalos and home tales for Sunday January 27th for the magic year of our perfect vision and unopened eyes 2008. Less boring than the last two weeks. Pre-fold holler to my boy Jesse “The Kud” who was man enough to admit that he once read this blog.
Home nightmares and life odometer boring blog reading for the week of January 20th of the year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

Especially boring version of the weekly lump for Sunday January 13th, year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.
Placeholder entry until Yoko Ono sends me the blog about what I’ve been doing that she promised she’d write for me
Outlife shits after the jump = 50 totally different inserts I drew/colored for the Ospreys tape on BTH. Godspeed these mugs to new bruns.
I finished CX Asylums aka How Can I Hand You a Diamond = if you have Phil Todd’s email address send it to me, scans coming later or whatever
I signed up for a Facebook account, my account is the one of me in the Ecuadorian mask L+K brought back for me from their recent trip down that way, not the big question mark, which is my dad.

On the phone today, my mom told me that she and my father thought “throw some ds [on that bitch]” meant “get [that bitch] d-cup breast implants.”
It doesn’t get any better than that, but if you want, you can continue on to read or sort of read about the following:

susy and hank

mike and carissa

dream house


jams

raekwon playing scrabble against mos def

Essential Pete Seegar

cover dudes
DB


10 yr old Joe W’s skate dude.Â

TIÂ

TI page from Apple and Banana

Current eventsÂ
I finished my loft last week. My room mural is ongoing. I am working on a drawing zine with Travis, who was kind and visionary enough to start it and send it to my court. I cooked delicious vegetables tonight and Jamie came and visited. I spent a weekend in Ohio. I have Netflix now and have seen a lot of dumb movies and two good ones. I started working on suspended shelves for my stereo speakers and next week I’m building normal shelves for my collapsing piles of floor junk and records. This weekend is The Cabin and I’ll be out of town for a few days for that. The following is Beam Halloween stuff. Real true stories coming soon.
“never once say life is crap; everything slays”
Today I went to Kinko’s and had a beautiful conversation with a dude from the Arkestra. When I got home I watched The Saint, Hellraiser, Beavis and Butthead Do America and Barton Fink. I completed the camp comic, Apple and Banana. There are sixty numbered copies each with their own covers made from collages of color copies of six different A+B drawings along with little collages made from a giant stack of finished drawings and whatever that I found in the art barn before we left. I am extremely psyched about these.
