Artists Image Resource Summer Bash.
Saturday July 28, 2007.
Noon - Midnight
518 Foreland St.
Pittsburgh PA

$10 gets you in and out all day.

Food. Beverages. Music. Art activities!

T-shirt raffle!

Video art!

I just realized that depending on when we head home from DC on Saturday, I might be able to make it to the Lally Finale show at the Brillobox (featuring not one but two Sean Lally bands!) after all...

Back in Pittsburgh after a quick trip to Danville, Kentucky. I "volunteered" to go with my mother and share the driving because my dad couldn't go for the sake of dam safety. Down Saturday, Babe the Sheep-Pig the Book the Movie the Play (adorable) on Saturday night, death defying, black of night and raining driving after the show, plus, as a bonus, a mainly sleepless night at a sketchy Comfort Inn (you need some Oxycontin? Talk to the dude in the lawn chair. He'll send you up to room 211. The door's open. Knock three times. Don't turn on the light), rest of the way home Sunday morning. 830 miles there and back.

Next weekend: Washington, DC.

I would look so good in one of these.

I forget, is finding a spider in your shoe good luck or bad luck?

You know how some artists draw the Silver Surfer with little, silver underpants on? Well, there were all these little Silver Surfers and they were all wearing little, silver wife beaters.

I went to the U.S. Open at Oakmont today. It was quite the ordeal. We parked at Hartwood Acres and rode to the course in a school bus. It was downhill from there. Actually, there were some good moments, but, even if I live a thousand years, I swear I'll never go to another golf tournament.

...could get really interesting if I could just keep my foot on the gas...

Today I had the sudden revelation that I couldn't remember the last time I heard Puff The Magic Dragon. This has lead to me having the strangest urge to listen to Peter, Paul, and Mary music all day.

"Relieved that the tests had come back negative, she lifted her top and flashed the photographers as she left the hospital."

Is there anything better than Will Arnett getting interrogated by Richard Belzer on Law & Order: SVU? It could only be funnier if he said someone threatened to cut off his balls. Oh, wait, he did!

I got sent across the street to the hardware store to buy a can of black spray paint. I didn't get a bag, so I'm walking back through the parking lot with the item in my hand. I see a white van that someone has written words across the side of in black spray paint parked at one of the meters. I'm sure someone has seen me. I'm sure they're making a phone call. Male, short hair, about 87 lbs., skinny as hell. Wanted on suspicion of vandalism. I keep waiting for the cops to appear. I know it's coming. I'll have to convince them that it wasn't me. Yeah, I'm holding a can of black spray paint but it wasn't me. Okay? Why would I do that? They'd believe me, right?

If you believe that things would be worse if we hadn't invaded Iraq you really shouldn't be allowed to run for president. I mean, C'mon, now.

If I was an animation studio I'd buy the rights to this comic.

There sure were a lot of pregnant women and tiny dogs at the Arts Festival today. Don't ask me what it means.

Also, the thing we're doing isn't our usual participatory somethin' somethin'. Nope, we're doing all the printing but we're giving the resulting prints away for free. There are some pretty sweet prints, too.

Well, I still have no idea what we're doing at the Arts Festival. I know there's a tent but that's about it. I guess the other thing I know is that I'll be wearing a bright red, AIR shirt and feeling slightly like one of the Wiggles. That'll be a new experience anyway. We printed the AIR logo on a bunch of different color shirts this afternoon. Actually, the different colors match up pretty well with Star Trek. Maybe I'll pretend I'm Commander Riker instead of a Wiggle. And, along with that, instead of letting people choose which shirt they want to wear we should give them out according to "rank". That's just what the weekend needs, a little Starfleetesque, rigid hierarchy.

Alright, I'm off and running with my Script Frenzy script. Well, I've got 333 words, anyway. I'm going with an idea I've been kicking around forever that I really need to bang out a first draft of. It's a horror story. Which is appropriate when you do the math and realize that 20,000 words in 30 days equals a little over 666 words a day. Booga-booga.

We were tasked with bringing the energy to a party this evening in the cultural district. We covered the walls of the Three Rivers Arts Festival Gallery with screenprints. It was good crazy fun. Usually we're all about the crowd participation but tonight we were mainly doing all the work, under painting and printing, but a few people made some killer stuff. The hor'douvres were amazing. The second half of the night was even more fun because we all got foxed. Well, maybe not everybody, but definitely me.

Then: What a performance from LeBron James.

And: Script Frenzy has begun. Too bad I have zero ideas!

Also: I need to get those posts from April off the front page. Jeez.