August 4, 2007
Someone left me a to go order from Barro's Pizza, in my house! Came home on Friday night from dinner at Cartwrights's and there was a to go box on the counter. No note, or explanation. On my answering machine was a message from someone saying they were ordering to go. Called the number and left a message thanking them for the pizza (I couldn't recognize the voice, or understand the name, or the caller I.D.).

So, I invited J.D. down to have pizza last night. I let him eat for a good fifteen minutes and when he didn't pass out, or start gagging, I joined in. Pretty good stuff. Whoever it was, we two bachelors thank you.

Here's an idea for a book title:

The Book of 10,000 Bad Drawings
Chronicle the genesis of the journey. That cartoonist Dave Sim (of Cerebus, Aardvark-Vanaheim fame) once said, "Every artist has 10,000 bad drawings in them." And it's our duty as students of art to purge ourselves of those said drawings. This was part of the inspiration for my series of sketches (that and the fact I wanted to get better). Anyway, if the book ran the highlights, by date, and you could see a progression of improvement, that could be a cool book.

And FYI, these sketches, below are numbers 4,358 thru 4,360. Almost half-way to a book:



These are studies for Mickey Free to illustrate a page of death, inside a desert storm, a metaphor for the Apache Wars. Have some good skeleton imagery, so have been poaching and leaning on that to the degree that I just flat out did a bloody skull:



This one is called "The Cult of Death." Original, eh? I'd post some more, but I don't have time.

"Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.'"
— Lao-Tzu

Okay, smart Asian Guy, I want to, but I have to pack for Nicaragua. Is that okay?

"To make excuses where none are needed is a muy lame deal."
—Lao-Tootie-Zoo, Jr.