Saturday, August 30, 2008

ace of cakes

Apparently Ace of Cakes and The Wire are filmed on the same block.

(I'm pointing, not flipping them off)

Friday, August 29, 2008

virginia beach

Hoorah for the return of wifi (and hoorah! for its temporary abscence from my life)!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

my sister's wedding

Hi Internet,

I know it seems weird of me to say how wonderful its been to be away from a computer, seeing as how Mr. Blog languishes while I toil away at work. This vacation, however has been wonderful, and will continue to be so as we leave Houston tomorrow to venture to Virginia Beach and DC.

I quite like being away (unchained) from a computer, so for now I'll leave you with some photos:

Friday, August 22, 2008

texas style

Hey blog, we're melting in Texas. The humidtity, which I was expecting, is even worse than can be described, helped greatly in part by routine thunderstorms for the last week (including yesterday, when our plane cicled for an hour before landing).

My sister's wedding is tomorrow, things are hectic, and we may be short a bridesmaid (or two).

Oh well, I just came here to be told what to do and relax (my goodness, how I need to relax).

More later, until then, here's a photo of one of my best friend's babies. I bought her a Care Bear, because every little girl need a Care Bear:

Friday, August 15, 2008

review: tropic thunder

I find the "controversy" surrounding this to be pretty rediculous. Maybe its because I'm gay mainstream movie-goer who knows how to appropriately roll his eyes and bitch later after seeing a comedy that makes laughs at "my" expense.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

gingergate (literal)

pick a little, talk a little

Oh Internet, Where to Begin?

The past week and a half has felt more like a month, with accompanying highs and lows.

The Lows:
-Houseguest is in jail and we found a stash of illegal material in the guest room closet. The find being the most traumatizing (and unhygenic).

- Boy spend the majority of last week in Kansas visiting his mother, when, of course, a ton of work arrived. Sadly, Mom2's internet connection crapped out, so he had to do mountains of work online essentially using very slow dial-up, thus making work take up 97% of his visit.

- After returning from the Ting Tings concert (see below), I came home to a house with only two dogs. Ginger had escaped (by apparently jumping a five foot fence) and was missing the entire evening. For those of you who's never really seen our house or its location, we're up in the Hollywood Hills. We have coyotes, deer, mountain lions, raccoons, skunks, rattlesnakes, and speeding human traffic (paparazzi, tourists, and residents angry at the first two). A lost dog usually equals a dead dog unless it's found. Thankfully she walked over TEN BLOCKS south (towards busy roads) instead of north (into the canyons and Griffith Park).

The Highs:
- Ginger was found and given shelter and food for the night by a nice man. The next day, after very little sleep, I discovered "FOUND DOG" posters down by the market with a phone number. She had her collar on, and we had had her name tag made the day she went missing, but the little cheap fastener ring had broken. If you were to scan her microchip at a vet, our information would come up, but if you were to call the number on the collar it said she was registered to the state. Long story short, doggy found, nametag on, higher fence is currently being installed.

- Wednesday night, pre-Gingergate, I went with friends to the El Ray to see The Ting Tings. Horrific opening act aside, they put on an amazing show, and its easy to see why they got a record deal based on their live performances. Not much on stage banter, just a lot of jammin' head bopping ear candy.

- Saturday night, after locking the house down like a fortress post-Gingergate I went to see Eddie Izzard with friends at the Kodak. It was very odd seeing him in person, since in college he was relegated to a 32" TV screen, or worse yet, realvideo. A friend of mine works for Eddie, so we had amazing seats and had access to the afterparty at the Roosevelt. It was a surprisingly small affair held in the Gable/Lombard penthouse on the roof, and proved to be one of those rare glamorous-yet-low-key hollywood evenings devoid of assholes and piles of cocaine. An enjoyable night was had by all, and Ginger was home waiting for me.

The view from the Penthouse's first floor window, looking down on Grauman's Chinese, Kodak Center, and TV Guide building

Today is now filled with yard work and drawing, while next week sees us flitting off to Texas for my sister's wedding. It snuck up on me. Did you know that its August already?

Monday, August 4, 2008


acrylic and ink on cavas
digital color manipulation

original + print $100

Sunday, August 3, 2008

great way to start the morning

On the left you will see the giant tree that looms over our driveway. To the right you will see the image I woke up to through our giant glass side door. On the bottom right, you will see that the branch oh-so-lightly tapped the window.

I imagine mother nature saying, "Well, this limb's gotta fall, but they've had a rough few weeks, so we'll just nudge it over a bit."

Today Boy bought a chipper-shredder.


acrylic and ink on cavas
digital color manipulation
original + print = $100

up, up & away

acrylic and ink on cavas
digital color manipulation
original + print = $100

Saturday, August 2, 2008

review: the golden compass

what's in a name?

Unlike the boys, who somewhat named themselves, we can't tell what "she" looks like. Tucker looked like a "Tucker" and Murphy was definitely a "Murphy" once he got home, but she's neither a Penny or a Molly. A lot of names we like are taken by immediate friends and family's pets (and offspring).

Maybe "Abigail?"

Friday, August 1, 2008

pupdate 03

We were at the shelter at 8am when they opened, collar and leash in hand. She's a german shepard/rhodesian mix (they think), and she's about 3 years old (they think). She weighs 61 pounds, but she'll probably add 15 to that after she's well fed and not freaking out. She's a total sweetheart, is getting along better with the boys after a morning spend in the front yard, and recreated the boy's excitement when Lucia came over, and barked just like they did when an evil (not really) jogger ran by.

pupdate 02

She's home. New name is Molly.