Oh, hello
Hello. Is this thing on? And other assorted hilarity that has been done to death. Don’t worry, though. I won’t say, “I’m here all week. Try the veal,” and not just because of the vegan thing, or as...
View ArticleFace to Facebook
Yesterday afternoon I met a fella I have been Facebook friends with for eight years. I mean, in real life, face to face, in the actual flesh, not a hologram or talking head on a cell phone (not that I...
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Put a pin on it
I was going to wait to do this until I could do a “good” drawing. But this couldn’t wait. And neither could I. The time is now, damn it. The time has never been more now than now. I’ve read a few...
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Neighborhood Splotch, No. 1
Originally posted on Instagram, 22 September 2016 Neighborhood Splotch, No. 1 in an endless series, because I see things in splotches and blotches on sidewalks, streets, walls, fences, poles —...
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Neighborhood Splotch, No. 2
Originally posted on Instagram on 10 October 2016 My first impression of this was something like, “Awww, sweet teenaged lion boy!” Further consideration suggested the possible presence of a so-called...
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Neighborhood Splotch, No. 3
Originally posted on Instagram on 13 October 2016 Neighborhood Splotch, No. 3. At first glance, I saw a loveable, hapless, clumsy waitress like, say, Vera from “Alice”, stumbling with a tray of food...
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Neighborhood Splotch, No. 4
Originally posted on Instagram on 19 October 2016 At first I saw a skinny kid with big hair leaning against a wall, perhaps on the verge of being up to no good or just contemplating an annoying...
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Neighborhood Splotch, No. 5
Originally posted on Instagram on 15 November 2016 A pinhead tries to kiss Amy Winehouse. What more is there to say really?
View ArticleHello, 2017
Hello, and Happy New Year, and all other usual greetings of the season that, although sincere, still come off like obligatory sound bytes devoid of meaning. Anyway. Here we are. Where that is, exactly,...
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State of the Mewnion
This was the state of the mewnion here on New Year’s Eve. This is how my cat, Lola, and I spent 92% of our time from Saturday morning after I got back from Whole Foods (she “held down the fort” while...
View ArticleAbout Face(book)
Well, hello. How nice of you to have taken the time to find me here or follow me here now that you’ve noticed my absence on Facebook. So, welcome, and have a seat and thank you for stopping by. I...
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Small Victory
The coffee’s held hostage in its pot until I get something done. I must complete the task in order to earn the reward, so the coffees languishes, my silent incentive, just wanting to be poured into a...
View ArticleShhh. It’s not a resolution. I swear.
Just because this is my second post in two days, and the first one just so happened to coincide on the first day of the year doesn’t mean that I’ve made a New Year’s resolution to post here every day....
View ArticleThe answer is “no”.
In answer to the question that, if my apartment were being bugged, was never asked since it wasn’t heard, but if my brain were bugged, was asked but silently within its nougaty confines: “No.” No, the...
View ArticleDrawing conclusions
I have just come to the marvelous conclusion that the reason I’m having trouble getting back into drawing is because I am pressuring myself to think I have to draw stuff like landscapes and flowers and...
View ArticleWhatever works
One week and one day after the Worst Day Of My Life, and my cat asks me, upon my return home from the gym, “Are you sad and angry today?” I tell her, yup, of course I am. She looks up from where she’s...
View ArticleNever-ness
It’s the NEVER I can’t stand. The never-ness, the finality, the cold hard lump of coal fact that I will never hear from him again, never be heard by him again, never see or be seen. Never. I don’t know...
View ArticleI don’t belong here
I don’t belong in 2018. In 1977, I felt like I didn’t belong in 1977, but now I’d belong there, at my current age. Back then, I longed for 20-plus years earlier, knew I belonged in the ’50s even though...
View ArticleEnd of wife
I cannot have the one offending obituary changed since I’m not family, so I need to go “on record”, as much as this blip on the Internet is a record, as saying Robert A. Hanamirian of Philadelphia and...
View ArticleOMG, OCD!
Every quirk, idiosyncrasy, and petty preference you have is not “OCD”. Washing your hands 140 times a day; taking three hours to leave the house because you don’t trust that the stove burners are...
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