I made a print at AIR on friday, a guy in a tiki mask holding a spear. It looks like something a hillbilly would have on his mud flaps.
I'm not sure what to make of that.

Current music: (Ain't That) Good News -- Sam Cooke

Last night's dream had a moral: It's good to have an adventure but sometimes it's best to go through the front door.

I may have to start playing guitar again.

Another nine holes with my dad at the course out by the airport. I shot a 47. A new personal best. My drives were just about perfect. The rest of my shots were a mixed bag.

One hole stands out, the 8th, a par four. I hit a nice, easy drive dead-center of the fairway. Perfect shot. Second shot was somewhere around 150 yards. 5-iron. Still can't hit those damn long irons. I hit it very poorly. It ran over to the right. An ugly, ugly shot. The ball got to the green but was right. I realize at this moment that I'm not sure of the distance of the next shot. 30 yards, maybe. A nice easy s-wedge. I hit it perfectly. It was such an amazing shot. It floated high through the air.

It ended up inside two feet.

As I'm waiting for my dad to make his putt, an airplane takes off from somewhere off to the right. It's one of those Hooters planes.

My putt goes 180 degrees around from the left to the right side of the cup and falls for my par.

I can't function in this kind of heat. Weather.com says it's 91 feeling like 98. I can't take either of those numbers. I'm a big baby. I can't think straight. For the last couple of days I've had the feeling you get right before you get the feeling that you're going to throw-up.

On the bright side, I had a revelation in a dream last night. I was hanging out with one of my favorite comicbook writer/artists and his wife at this comicbook store/restaurant/church (I may be making some of this up as I go). Anyway, in the dream, Hope Larson told me that everything in existence can be explained in shades of pink and teal. At the point in the dream when she told me this there was a kick ass montage sequence that illustrated the point. It all makes perfect sense, trust me. It's all just pink and teal. Spread the word.

The heat has made me crazy.

Tip #18 For The Job Seeker: When the interviewer asks about your goals don't say you'd like to taste human flesh.

Where have you gone, Admiral Calavicci?

"In fact he had honed his villainy to such an art he was practically innocent." -- Steve Aylett

Wedding Crashers: Enjoyable but not worth writing a review about.

You know?

Went out and played nine holes for the third time this summer with my dad (the second time out has been sent down the memory hole). I'm actually getting to the point where I enjoy it. I never thought that would happen. I hit a bunch of good shots. I hit a couple greens in regulation. I've never done that before. I had a couple pars. I didn't have anything worse than a six. I shot a 49. There was league play at the course at 4:30. We got there at 2:00 and there was nobody there. It was so nice and peaceful. It was out by the airport so there were all these planes flying low as they were landing or taking off. A very enjoyable afternoon.

I've been doing stuff lately. I don't usually do stuff. I saw the Pirates big come from behind, extra-inning game against the Mets last Friday.

I saw the Pirates of Penzance.

Tonight I went way out to Greensburg or something and saw Tamora Pierce at a Barnes & Noble.

Doing stuff. Crazy.

And I've been drawing. I was looking at some life drawings from about a year ago and I was like "these are really good. I'm pretty good at this. Lets get a portfolio together and get a job where you get to draw!"

So.

Also, I'm excited that the hockey lockout is over.

I think that catches you up with everything.

The Best Sandwich Ever.

He calls his uncle a murderer,
Calls his momma a whore,
And he can’t get it up for Ophelia no more.

Shel Silverstein does Hamlet.

My defining characteristic is cowardice.

4-30-03
"She's not really my girlfriend.
She's just a head I carry around in a bag."

I highly recommend viewing the 4th of July fireworks from Mt. Lebanon high school. The upper parking lots offer a fine view, but for the best experience sit on the grass by the entrance to the swimming pool.

See you there next year.

My older brother's plane arrives in less than an hour. It'll be the first time all four of us kids have been together in about a year and a half. He's in town for two weeks before starting his assignment in Washington, DC. It'll be good to have him back in the eastern time zone.

Posts should be sporatic for awhile. I've been exiled to the attic while everyone is at home. There's no internet in the attic, so I have to steal the neighbor's sketchy wireless if I want to get online with my computer.