How I Feel

A Place Where I Belong

I have always sought a place to call my own. A place where I fit in. A place to be somebody.

Well, I have good news! This weekend a homeless man told me I belong in the pictures!

Where I Work

Talk To The Hand

These are so old:

Exquisite Corpses

Here are eight exquisite corpses by Craig, Mark, Matt and myself, though not necessarily in that order. They measure 18 by 24 inches each.

Iced Coffee

Iced coffee isnt so cool without a straw.

Bootleg Black Bart Simpson

Two Washington Post articles about bootleg and black Bart Simpson t-shirts. They are remiss in failing to note there are no black members of the rap-group Young Black Teenagers:



This is my bootleg / black Bart Simpson shirt, with Marcus Garvey quote and Fila sneakers:

My Lovable Neighbors

Cheers

On the train today some random dude that looked like Malcolm-Jamal Warner circa Malcolm and Eddie sat down right next to me — sitting the wrong way across the two seats that stick out perpendicularly — on a mostly empty train. He was drinking a very large off-brand cola and stammered a lot. I nodded in agreement when he bitched to me about New York’s subway system, which he seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of. He was surprised to hear me say I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge during the strike.

In one of the stations there was a poster for some television museum with the gang from Cheers on it

“Cheers. I hate that show. Men drinking in bars. That’s bullshit,” he repeated several times.

Then he made an amazing observation…

“The back room. That was bullshit.”

Why I Love My Neighbors

Overheard

“They only played one Cars song!”

Girl leaving a party in Bushwick.

New Animal

While this beautiful, new animal is impressive enough, check this out:

The family was named Kiwaida, from Kiwa, the goddess of crustaceans in Polynesian mythology

That’s right, Polynesians have a goddess of crustaceans!

Scientists

I know scientists mean well, but when are they ever going to learn? I think all robots should have a weakness built into their architecture, preferably that if you turn them upside-down, they are rendered immobile.

A nimble, four-legged robot is so surefooted it can recover its balance even after being given a hefty kick. The machine, which moves like a cross between a goat and a pantomime horse, is being developed as a robotic pack mule for the US military.

Check out when this scientist dude kicks the robot, and then check it out again in slow-motion.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwrIFuXvSQs

Favorite Explosions

Hot-Dog Graffiti

I saw this graffiti near our rehearsal space:

Ravishing Rick Rude

From Complete Book Of Wrestling:

What’s The Deal With “Civil Liberties?”

And why do otherwise reasonable people sign petitions to save television shows?