Some Sound Advice

Never show your work off at the and of the work day. When you feel good about what you've done LEAVE! Show it off in the morning before you start. Your work is rarely as good as you think at the end of a tiring day. If you show it to someone they'll, if they're respectable, give you honest constructive feedback about how it sucks, and then you'll go home feeling like you've accomplished nothing. That makes you feel like a looser. Which makes you lash out at people bigger than you in the Wendy's line because they can't make up their mind. Which makes you get beaten up. Which makes you feel like a looser again. Its a vicious cycle.

Saving Private Zak

This fun little ditty was composed for the freeky awesome teaser of the freeky awesome cartoon Children Kids.

The Gatsb'ys

The Gatsby's

Postum

From the early days of my impressionable youth (like seven) I have held a special love in my heart for postum. A very popular alternative for coffee for LDS homes (which I grew up in) in the early days of the church wide practice of the word of wisdom (1902-ish). As the years went by a substitute for coffee was ever less and less in demand since people gradually left the culture (cafes, tea parties, poetry slams) alone all together, save a few of us stalwarts. Sadly, after one hundred and twelve years the company, Kraft Foods, stopped making Postum last fall because "the demand for it was so low that manufacturing it no longer made sense". Sucks for me. Any way, the only way for me to get the precious stuff is to buy it off eBay which is too expensive, or switch to its wanting imitator Pero. A sad thought for a purist like me. Resigned to my woeful state one morning I was surprised by the second most kind and charitable act of my summer. Sienna and Tony Dittmer had overheard my many laments over the tragic discontinuance and decided to give me their last two unopened jars of the rich blessed goodness! I felt like someone had just given me a panda. Sienna, who frequents the squatterStudio, walked in a few mornings ago, and casually pulled two albino rhinoceroses from her bag and set them on my desk. I was flabbergasted. Suddenly we started doing the Coffee Shop dialog from Pulp Fiction.

JULES
It's all yours, Ringo.

PUMPKIN
Open it.

Jules flips the locks and opens the case, revealing it to
Pumpkin but not to us. The same light SHINES from the case.
Pumpkin's expression goes to amazement. Honey Bunny, across
the room, can't see.

HONEY BUNNY
What is it? What is it?

PUMPKIN
(softly)
Is that what I think it is?

Jules nods his head: "yes."

PUMPKIN
It's beautiful.

Jules nods his head: "yes."

Thanks Tony and Sienna. You guys rule. Please don't move to Brazil!

Welcom to my blog entry

So my promise of something great very soon has been held up for a few more days. Here is another pool table piece I did that ain't half bad.