Wednesday, June 29, 2005

"Puhl Da Schtrings"

This guy's stuff is awesome! I love puppets and gizmos!

Mr. Haney

Be sure to watch the Quick Time movies.

Say Cheese!

I snagged this image through Paul's blog...this is the greatest image of all time. Period.


Monday, June 27, 2005

Eye Couldn't Resist

Eye haven't posted in a while 'cause of a lot of personal stuff going Eye thought Eye'd wake you up with this clip...

Monday, June 13, 2005

This is HUGE!

This is an awesome site for wallpapers, icons, desktop sumpin sumpin.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Feet of Clay...Butts too

Check out Virginia Lee's work....
Awesome Sculpts

Wednesday, June 08, 2005


I'm speechless..
Hey Suburbia
I gotta make some of these into wallpaper.

Monday, June 06, 2005

You Are What You Eat

Sunday I went to a family reunion. These folks are actually my dad's cousins, and like my dad, they are straight forward, simple, country folk. I don't mean the racist, pig ignorant types that drive bright red pick up trucks because they wanna look "sharp" when they go line dancin'....or wear those insanely over sized cowboy hats in restaurants, churches, or movie theatres.
My dad's cousins are people who respect other's wishes, take their hat's off in the house, in the presence of a lady, and when you sit down to eat. They may not know what you're about, but by God, they'll shake your hand first and talk with you before they make any judgments. These are the types that Bush pretends or imagines himself to be like.
My dad, and most of that generation (he's 83), grew up in cotton fields and barn yards and learned to work with their hands. These people hunted rabbit, raccoon, squirrel...anything that was possible to eat, because they were poor. No Micky Dees in the 30's and 40's, folks.
While I was enjoying some home made fried chicken and some insane home made potato salad, one of dad's cousins came up and started "jawin'".

Dad: You still shootin' squirrel out 'chonder?
Cousin: Yea...When them pecan trees start sproutin' it's all a go!
(They laugh)
Cousin conts: It's squirrel season all year 'round out 'chonder up Kaufman ways.
Dad: Do you still eat 'em whole..haids n all?
(I stop chewing at this point)
Dad conts: I remember 'ol (unintelligible name) would eat them whole. Wouldn't waste a thing. He'd skewer 'em and cook 'em like a roast pig. He used'ta crack their haids and eat the brain.
(I stop doing everything, at this point. It's like watching a train wreck)
Cousin: I use to...'cause that's the best part (big grin), but I heard you can get leprosy from them brains.
(My mouth is hangin open now)
Dad: Leprosy?
Cousin: Oh yea...
Me: (..cause I couldn't stand it anymore!) I think they can cure that now.
Both: oh yea..
Me conts: I think you're thinking about rabies, actually.
(Cousin stops for a second and ponders the info. Dad turns the conversation in another direction)
Dad: Hey, is ol' Brother (somebody) still preachin' over at (somewhere)?

I lost track of it all because I was pondering the brainless squirrel and the half eatin' chicken in front of me. I thought for a second or two about what these men had to do many years ago to get by. What was so different about a chicken and a squirrel? We eat chicken because it's "socially accepted" but squirrel, raccoon, opossum isn'
I finished my chicken and continued to listen to stories from long ago about people long since dead. We left and as I was driving home I was replaying that conversation about the squirrel in my "haid". I remember, while these country boys were telling the story, they were smiling. Did they really revel in the memories or...were they ribbing the city boy while he was eating?
...Sometimes the simple things get by you.

Monster Art

This guy has tapped into an area that I've always felt was a major insirational true art.
Kid art. Unbrideled...unrestricted...true expression. He takes the child's orginal design and does a stunning painting based on their anatomy and layout.
Amazing work.
check it out here

Friday, June 03, 2005

Le Fuggin' Beeg

I've worked with puppets in my career, but...this is freakin' humbling.

Take a look at all the l'album photos

(Thanks to Paul for showing me this.)
Paul's place

Goth Prof

I finally figured out what the Goth's purpose is in this world. With all the gloom and doom and, "Hey, death is cool." attitudes, they remind me of the self flagellation cults of the middle ages. They see themselves as a cult, wear uniforms, (as the monks in the 11th century), and with hold certain pleasures from themselves to intinsify their "self sacrifice". They inflict pain by peircings, sucking blood and general blood letting. They torture themselves to acheive some sort of personal gratification.
It sounds like to me they just can't get out of the "Pity Parade".

Refer to Terry Gilliam's/Terry Jones' great early film venture, "Jabberwocky" and compare attitudes.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Farm Livin' is the Life for Me!

Mr Douglas finally got the rest he needed the other day on the 27th...Eddie Albert passed away in his home at the age of 99. Not only known for his indelible role on "Green Acres", Albert worked in over 100 films (including the original "Longest Yard" who's remake opened this week.)

One of my childhood memories was hearing that familiar laugh track and Albert's voice echoing through the house.

"Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside."

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

May the Farm Be With You

This is tastey....


I feel it's my duty to reveal that I'm actually Deep Throat and to finally let the Assoc. of the FBI, Mark Felt, off the hook. It's nice of Mark to take the bullet for me on the whole Watergate thing, but I'm going to have to ask him to step aside so I can make the book deals now.
I understand that some of you are probably doing the math and figure that I was probably about 7 or 8 and in the 2nd grade at the time. Make no mistake, I was an ambitious kid back then.
I can also prove it....Check with Woodward and Berstein on the days they met with Deep Throat, and you'll see on my attendance records from school, that I was out those days.
Sorry mom..sorry dad...P.E. was pretty easy to slip out of.

I also ratted out Tracy Barnes at that time. She had it coming...she stole my Frito Bandito eraser.

Blog Hog Dog...what?'s some links to some other blogs that I've read:
query letters
School For the Dead

I've added BLOWUP DOLL to my links as well. I likes.
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