Wednesday, November 09, 2005
In light of all this hullaballoo over gas prices and wars fought over oil, I propose that we outlaw NASCAR until the crisis passes. Or at a very minimum, NASCAR develops an alternative fuel program. I propose beer. The combination of advertising alcohol and driving seems to be the perfect synergy anyhow, so why not gas the cars up on the same thing the fans are getting gassed up on? If they can't do that, then do the Denver thing and legalize marijuana. Then I either won't care or NASCAR races might seem somewhat interesting.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I don't get it. According to the DC website, issue #25 comes out in December, while #24 comes out in February. Batzarro!
In honor of recent postings at my favorite blog...here's the ink...a laughing squid proudly displayed at Comic-Con 2003. Yes, they still call me Squid. No pics of the other arm yet. Let's just say the true yin-yang Comicdom.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Near a storm drain at home
I stared into the disappearing water, unable to identify a clear image. Once my eyes isolated what appeared to be a consistency in the wave's motion, it quickly disappeared and my eyes were forced to refocus on another portion of the whirlpool. Leaves were caught in the vortex, the small toy boat that I had when I was seven. The face of my grandmother, the teacher who had tied my shoes, the banker who refused the loan for my first house-all caught for a moment-then gone. The faces of strangers appeared for a moment and then disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the distorted image of myself come into view. Quickly, I shut my eyes, clenched my lids as tight as possible, until all I could see was the blood pulsing through the thin membrane. I was safe. Safe from the inevitable. I can keep my eyes closed forever if I have to.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I had fifteen, or so, minutes to myself today. I spent them with a Winston and moment. While I was outside the student union, I had the chance to crouch and reflect on many things, but a duck and drake were what filled most of my time. There is a certain perfection to be found in ducks. Any animal form, for that matter, but it was ducks today, tomorrow it could be an albino spider for all I know. Today, though, those fifteen minutes were spent admiring the flow and curve of a mallard and its mate as they stood breast deep in a shallow stream, October pregnant with late season rain. The time and selection, the perfection of design. At times, I am embarrassed by the moments that I steal away from the day to simply observe. Momentarily. That passes, and I am left grateful for the privelege. The duck: clownly colored, perfectly shaped, supremely designed. Were we all to find ourselves reshaped, remolded, reaquainted with ourselves, could we compete with the simplicity and purity of the simple waterfowl? Klowns, shamans and the like, borrowed from the beasts an admiration for the gods.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Say it ain't so, Joe. Yup, I put Joe J. out on the waiver wires to get through a brutal bye week in the old fantasy football. It paid off and I won, but I had high hopes of swooping back in and picking up the number 3 WR for the Seahawks. Well, oh well. Injuries have befuddled the Seahawks once again and Joe's value on the boards went up almost overnight. Foolish me. We'll miss you, Joe. And we are sincerely sorry that we toyed with your heart.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
While Squish the Klown appreciates comments of all kinds, if you are going to leave a comment that simply advertises some lame site promoting life insurance, cures for male pattern baldness, impotence, and/or flatulence, requesting donations for save the penguins, or any other topic not intended to actually make me laugh...uh, blow me?
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
october
again wash lines
emptied of the snap
of sheets drying in the breeze
replaced with
wheel and whir
of washers
and dryers
overflowing
with loads of troubles
and fluffy cycles
of renewal
chattered breath
of squirrels
barely audible
above the footfall of hunters
creeping over the crisp
vellum leaves
balding trees
turn
the forest floor
to muck
scraped heel to toe
on the welcome mat
at home
wind casts an invisible
broom across a paisley
carpet
a handle stretches to reach
the top pantry shelf
dislodges last season�s
peach preserves
the vacuum sealed recipe
passed from grandmothers
to mothers
we balk at the trees
and store our nuts
in mason jars
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Thinking of Seattle, today. It is raining here, in America's heartland, as it has for close to 40% of the days since I have been back. Thinking of Seattle and former loves. Lunches and conversations built upon design and truth and honesty. Thinking of moments when I felt free to be myself, devoid of pretension and guilt. Thinking of the simplicity of wine, cheese, bread, fruit and meat. Tuscany brown bag lunches. Thinking of friends now spread far and wide across this continent and others. Simplicity is not given the value it deserves. Seldom is it that love can be found in such empty corners, but I have, and I am most grateful.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Wow. I certainly get some odd comments. This isn't exactly a picture from one of the recent responent's website, but I figured a one tricked out golf cart is as good as another. I don't exactly like the color of this one, but it has inspired me to begin working on the script for "Caddyshack 3.5: The Day of Reckoning."
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