email: fwd: man, woman, and God

man: "God, why did you make woman so beautiful?"

God: "So you would love her."

man: "But God, why did you make her so dumb?"

God: "So she would love you."

Am I hallucinating, or is this American reality show parody sketch mash-up from Saturday Night Live kinda funny?

Definitely fierce. Or possibly a hot mess. My father would've put this Christian Siriano guy out of his misery quickly with a Vulcan nerve pinch of sheer, moral kindness like you'd expect to a wounded animal, but I'd have raised him up as my own instead, just the same.

"Tito, hand me a tissue..."

Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch is being auctioned off. Boy o boy, I'd love to have that.

Probably not the best choice of words, but I have a cold today so hey.


Found at Bearings.

Oh snapshot!

First, it was Kellogg's Danish Go Rounds, Strawberry. Then, I've had to bag my own groceries and pump my own gas like I enjoy it or something. But no. No no no. Don't take away my Polaroid film.

There's a movement to save Polaroid film from total extinction. I feel the need. The need for high-speed, medium-contrast film for high-definition instant color prints.

My head is swimming. I can't live properly without my Polaroids.

It's my birthday today, so I'm takin' the day off!
Obviously.

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Okay, so I'm cheating again.
This scribble was posted already,
dedicated to my aunt on her birthday last year,
but I like it don't you?

Sure you do!
Plus, I'm working on not getting a cold today,
so wish my some luck there.

Life, in six words or less.

"Always last to know cool stuff" here...

So, you've already heard of Hemingway's art of eschewing obfuscation, summing his life into six words, "For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn", called Flash fiction. All these years, seven words or less with a logo as big as your car was the art of writing outdoor advertising.

Well. It's like rhyming after reading a Dr. Seuss book. Now, I can't stop doing it. The life thing, not the outdoor thing. But at least I'm not alone.


ps to Bushra: Check it, cool baby shoes courtesy of Baby Wit...awww!

Road time.

If anybody needs me, I'm out o' town until Tuesday. Even if you don't need me, that's where I am!

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Okay, so it's not the usual scribbly scribute.
But are you really going to refuse this
Truffle Tart with Raspberry?
Substitute strawberry for the raspberry even, and I'm in.

That and the MSG.

In the 80's,
it was just the Monte Cristo sandwich from Bennigan's
that made my stomach hurt,
but now it's the Inner Leprechaun.


Well, Happy St. Patrick's Day anyway!

Boo's been busy.

Boo's such a productive ol' shut-in.
booradley at etsy.com

Boo needs to spend the whole weekend listing more things,
like a good Boo should. Let's see what happens.

Mr. Bubbles does The Last Supper

That's neat, but I just wanted a balloon poodle.

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Not a new one, just a favorite one.

Hugo, the Cat of 1000 Faces

Episode II

Next episode promises Star Wars.

Found at Neatorama:

"John Holland strings together bits of himself playing out single notes using 'tin whistle in D, tabla, bongo, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, triangluitar, ukulele, another ukulele, chair with ukulele, chair with tin whistle in D, violin, casio keyboard, erhu/chinese violin, piano, and chair with cellular telephone' to play an Irish reel."

Check it out.

Snow, really!

Out taking photos of melting snowmen. Back soon.

Snow?

In Memphis, in March. Really?

This woman's off creating right now.

But here's some Thursday love for ya.

spore.com


and


Why Man Creates
a short film by Saul Bass
(5 minute intro)

"I laughed until I coughed up a hairball." ~ La B. Monkie, New York Times

Hugo, The Cat of 1000 Faces.

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

"Code monkey like Fritos."

Code monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew.

Me like to thank miketron for link.
Me crush your skull now.

Ooo, I've got the dreaded Dave Stewart Virus...

It's a long, contagious story. See more infectious carriers at Guy Garvey's gallery, ward 6 Music, just past the gift shop.


jc: heee! i think you and i have the same sunglasses!

me: well, i got mine in Fayetteville, AR for $3.99 - Walmart - before a woooooo pig souuuie Razorback game. they have tiny rhinestones of different sizes on the sides. the day they break is the day a part of me dies. a shiny, sparkly part of me.