Saturday, March 28, 2009
I went to the Flea Market today. Nothing like going to shopping booths separated by chicken wire and blue tarp. I saw a couple large guys in wheel chairs and imagined them going down the same aisle towards each other only to realize that when they would eventually cross paths they would not be able to get around, and the effort to go backwards would be too difficult to even imagine. They would just be stuck. What to do in that situation? All of the vendors talked as if they just came off the set of Deliverance, and they were all eating something... either loose meat barbecue or frozen custard. One guy had a booth where he was selling nothing but old keys. He literally had a wall full of thousands and thousands of keys. I wonder what would possess a man to wake up and think, "I'll be the guy that sells keys."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I pulled an old Rolling Stone dated November of '96 off the shelf today. As I was flipping through it, I saw an advertisement for this group, and I thought their faces were interesting enough to get sketched. I decided to make it a contest... If you can guess the band, I will mail you a prize. So...just so we're all on the same level... if you can guess who THEY are, there MIGHT BE a GIANT prize coming your way. Of course, the prize only goes to the first person to get it right, whomever THEY MIGHT BE... perhaps a fan of the new york GIANTS... or THEY MIGHT BE a GIANT themselves.
Imagine there is an after life, and you get there, and you don't see any of the gods mentioned here on earth. You see this guy... The Crab Burger... and he is one pissed off deity because in the entire existence of man, no one has ever mentioned him once. It would be like going up to Chester Gould and saying, "Hey, you like Dick Tracy? Bill Finger is a genius." To which Gould would reply, "Bill Finger?!?! I created Dick Tracy!" This would be followed by the guy scratching his head and saying," No... I was told that it was Bill Finger... so I think you're wrong."
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
So... if you read Mr. Holland's blog, which I'm sure most of you do, you will have read the news that he will not be participating for a while due to his workload and to spend time with his lady, which he has recently nicknamed "bitch-face". I figure since he won't be on here, now would be a good time to spill some dirt on the boy, like this... One time Josh told me one of his sexual fantasies involved him banging Elvira in a graveyard while The Edgar Winter Group song Frankenstein played in the background.