http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4mtlqIfukc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3mRy9Q_Ofk

So we beat down, bolts into the currant, burned black greedily into the ash. Though it boughed low in glib winds I drew glazed. Looking at roasted chicken on a page of prime numbers, paper cracked by time. He she at a tude with candles held high in hash bar. Beetle humble drop again nay again a chant two prevalent three inevitables; a bearded woman, the local wiseman, ten paces at dawn. Cooking at bloated thinken? You’ll draw naught betwixt fingers slip cambium trees and shrubs. Some of us fat. No one comes calling when what Saturnite jive feel. Cat’s andy kaufman a comedy genius. Off tin lectern twenty whore flowers. Dew drops and honeybee dances nay again nay. It’s the new associations which we perish the most. I’ll be the bookie, blue day a lime. Aster all a blue day is apiece of lime. When a blue day thickens, a check along the belligerence gnashes. A fine fool you would make. Some from the time when pokerfaced blue daze recognize a fnord. Priceless. And that’s why we all want the truth. Looking along the shores of bunny lake. Skipping stones when lowenbrau hold vast dewy stand before me? Robin Hood! Have you herded him? I would like to invest my strength against the man! “He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” A tall drink of pinesol a jim dandy fop and in all matters, Frank. That is not to say, Norman. Oh the horror! Imagine if you will, scarlett, what ever shall you do where ever shall you go? The cunningham’s sherriff hunts you openly. AY! Duck season, rabbit season, liturgical season, across the fields through forests and moors. This is no ordinary lime! The most dangerous game, trapped at the gates to the moor road. Heavens! To murgatroyd, even. There is no stage left, I’ve gone and take it. Just take it.

One day I got on the bus, and when I stepped in, I saw the most gorgeous blond Chinese girl.

I sat beside her.

I said, ‘Hi’, And she said, ‘Hi’, and then I said, ‘Nice day, isn’t it?’.

And she said, ‘I saw my analyst today and he says I have a problem.’

So I asked, ‘What’s the problem?’ She replied, ‘I can’t tell you. I don’t even know you.’

I said, ‘Well, sometimes it’s good to tell your problems to a perfect stranger on a bus.’

So she said, ‘Well, my analyst said I’m a nymphomaniac and I only like Jewish cowboys… By the way, my name is Denise.’

I said, ‘Hello, Denise. My name is Bucky Goldstein.’.

This is where I get to paint when the weather is nice.

(click thumbnail for enlarged image)

Have spent the weekend entertaining the kid on his fifth birthday. We went to see the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, which was slightly better than expected. I only hope that Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird still get some of the profits.

Second issue of the backyard story is looking great. Hope to have half done before I leave for the desert. Don’t have a colorist. Maybe it’s just me.

Caught Affirming the consequent? Pwnly when its cogent. Alan Turing killed himself with an axe of gross indecency in a machine state of cognition. Uhura wore bright red underwear. Rasheed Wallace hit a 60 foot prayer at the buzzer to force overtime. Here I am. Rock me like a hurricane. If this record should survive me I wish it known that I bequeath my highest commendation and testimonial to the captain, officers, and crew of the Enterprise, the finest starship in the fleet. David hume and the problem of induction. Umberto Eco and the problem of abduction. Spock do you read me? Come in Spock. Spock! I have half a notion to do a series of paintings based on logical elements. probably a dumb idea. It would be difficult to execute without becoming too heady, clumsy, didactic.

LIFE DURING WARTIME

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto
I’ve lived all over this town

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
this ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain’t got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, couple of visas
don’t even know my real name
High on a hillside, trucks are loading
everything’s ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime
I might not ever get home

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
this ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.
I ain’t got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
to last a couple of days
But I ain’t got no speakers
ain’t got no headphones
ain’t got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time?
Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard
I can’t write nothing at all
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
this ain’t no fooling around
I’d love you hold you, I’d like to kiss you
I ain’t got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
we blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we’re tapping phone lines
I know that ain’t allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
don’t know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
we make a pretty good team
Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness
don’t want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don’t take no chances
you better watch what you say

I put a big ass red sign, said “do not drink me”.

Maybe no one drank it.
Maybe it evaporated.

Dumped again. Wee!

How about 72 hours of drawing for the holidays? Sound good? let’s do it.

Follow along with the fun!

I am drawing things. On and on it goes. Do I get faster? No, no no.