Brains Flow Through Pens, Husky Puppies, and Fat Cats
This man's brains flow through his pens like mine do. I've drawn some mismash entertaining sketches all over my school books and lined paper many times (I'll post some up at some point), so I understand where he comes from. I think I've gone on vacation there about a million times and came back every time with a new souvenir usually in the form of a dream object materializing and ending up in my hands or vision. Met some cool people and creatures there too. Anyhoot, check out his electricity bill art and creature parades. Makes me warm and fuzzy.
Through his site, I adventured into Dante Alighieri's Wood of Suicides, which made me pause and recall on that - which I hadn't in such a long time. Indeed, just as it did to Young, the part about the twisted trees talking through their broken branches stuck in my head too. I'd really like to draw it some day. Reminds me of another dream that I sketched out and need to paint at some point. One day...some day...some point... I seriously intend on it even if I have to work on it from the next stage of life.
Today's News:
I acquired a new puppy from a nice woman named Cindy who didn't have a house big enough for it (That'll teach me to take a random, rare walk in the park on the same day as an offer like this is available and within minutes of stepping onto park grounds, getting handed a free - yes, free - husky puppy) . I now have the responsibility of taking care of an adorable white, fluffy, white-eyelashed husky puppy. I have mixed emotions. Such as: WTF did I just do? OMG how'd I get handed my dream dog for free while during the worst financial crisis my love and I have ever been in? NFW this is badass! HS the new puppy might get killed by the retardedly aggressive dog I have while the other nicer dog watches! (acronym here) Looks like they actually might get along afterall... And I think Rick might not kill me afterall.
Later today, my friend Kristen is coming over to work on costumes with me. I'm trying to finish a commission and get some extra shirts, pants, and cloaks made to sell. The new serger needs to get its hands dirty...all over me.
Husky Puppy Trivia Answers:
He's male.
He's only 3 months old (pics coming soon).
His previous owner named him Bear but her accent couldn't allow her to pronounce the "R" clearly, so he doesn't respond when you say his name with an English accent. So I decided it was meant to be "Beaa" (pronounced 'Bay-uh') - which is actually the name of a significant magicaly land in a world that I've been writing about for the past twenty years.
But what I kinda smirk at is that now I have three dogs who have names that sound suspiciously like deliberate attempts at setting up university groups. Alya, Beaa, Pi. Total accident.
Bachelor Cats:
A friend of mine went to a bachelor party last weekend and told me that there was one stripper who kept saying that she wanted to "bang her fat kitty" on him. All I could think of, as I laughed my eyes out, was that woman hitting my friend in the face with my fat calico cat Sorsha.
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