Friday, December 29, 2006
The above pic. is just an idea I've been throwing around. I can't believe I post some of this stuff on here. Mainly due to its half-ass-ness, and the other is that it basically cements a person's skill level on a monitor screen (that's a LIE). YIKES, which is scary.
And the second pic. makes me wish that Henry Rollins was my older brother or at least a gym teacher/soccer coach of mine. But whatev, he probably gets that all the time but that doesn't stop me from loving this big old yelling teddy bear of swear words.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
My Mom actually forced me to buy a bed in highschool when my waterbed started to stink and I threw it out without anyone knowing. I think I went an entire month bedless and probably still wouldn't have had a bed had my Mom said, "your not going anywhere until we get you a bed". Real cool, I know.
I hope by tomorrow I am a normal functioning member of society. I haven't been this sick in a while. Damn you, Lauren. I'm supposed to finish my Christmas shopping today. But I have no idea if I have the will to set foot behind a vehicle. And I've always wondered something, can a dog catch a human cold?? I was worried I would get Danny sick but as he plumped himself on the couch with me. He just wouldn't move.
Oh, and the movie Roadhouse, is probably the single trashiest movie I chose to set eyes on. I'm watching this with my Dad (unwillingly, I might add) and as soon as one of the "loyal" bouncers get caught in the closet with another woman. I AM OUT OF HERE. I seriously got up and left. I always forget that movies from the 70's and 80's have a much raunchier taste. Caddyshack anyone?
Anyway, being this sick sucks.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Anyway, New Years is coming up and I've been conjuring up a playlist and for some reason I always think of The Specials during the winter. A good New Years song would be Enjoy yourself (it's later than you think) and little bitch as far pre midnight and then maybe Friday night, Saturday morning post midnight. I can't really think of a logical reason as to why I pick The Specials during winter other than its routy crowded room party music. Anyway, I'll come up with a something better come closer to the end of the month. Maybe, Parliament is better?
edit*** I'm far too lazy to fix the typos, run on sentences and likes of any error. DEAL WITH IT.
Monday, December 18, 2006
ps- Osama was immune to firecrackers??? Dear God, that is terrifying.
pps-Elephants being shot is absolutely the least funny thing to me along with several dying. And I don't think it's a laughing matter whatsoever but I will admit and take the fall for chuckling at thought of an elephant refusing a firecracker.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
ps- stay tuned for a Killer Elephant update.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
That's right I typed rooty-tootskins. I promised you allorginals, damnit. For some unknowing reason I insist upon mentally linking the tiny gold spinning Rumpelstiltskins with other words. Maybe because rumpel is a hard word to resist but can rarely if ever be used in every day conversation. And for some reason I always, always rememeber the conversation Adam Sandler has in Big Daddy (which I sort of hated) with the little boy on the playground about alcohol. Adam questions rum and the little boy responds "Rum WHO? Rumpelstiltskins?!" I get that line stuck in my head about 3 times a week. And I haven't seen that movie in a couople of years.
The Office is on tonight for 1 wholesweet hour of justice. I am excited, aren't you? Aside from that excitement on an entirely different note I've been thinking about how I loath Coach purses. Maybe that's because they are over priced and absolutely made for filthy rich woman (whom spend the majority of days lunching and shopping). Just recently I complemented a woman on her purse she said, "who do you think its by?" I peer in alittle closer and I see lambs. Obviously. it was from Gewn Stefani's L.A.M.B collection. A collection that I never liked. But this was an exception and I felt it deserved an applaud for whatever reason. Without asking further (I no longer careat this point) nor feel the need the details about it . She blurts otit was only $550. Wha? Oh, thats not bad, right? Fuck that (thats one more fruit roll up I owe, everyone). And good god dropping that kind of cash on something entirely unecessary. I was actually embaressed (for her) when she told me that. I understand spending a lot of money on items serving a purpose or even its absolutely pointless and for shear entertainment. But its under the circumstances that you've worked hard and would use and cherish these itmes until they're holy unrecognizable shards of matter. I am the first to encourage this. My CD collection unecessary as it is gets larger every week. I get it people enjoy "things".
What I cannot understand is a constant need to flaunt wealth. If you've noticedhow clothing companies recreate wardrobes to give us the illusion that we're all just a bunch of bored millionares (ie. gigantic sunglasses, designers jeans with stilletos). Rudi Gernreich was the first to use designer jeans in the 50's and 60's but it was consirdered revolutionary to create futuristic and some what over top wealthy pieces. 4-5 Decades later it is now a staple of youths wardrobes and 11 year olds are tugging at Mom purse straps to buy them $150 jeans?? But before I go off a rant about spoiled kids and the idoot parents that recycle this (back to purses) I'm pretty damn sick of people sporting Coach purses and the likes of. They cost more than some people's rent. They're ugly and people need to reconsider what is says about them. That is of course they're retardedly insecure. I apologize to anyone that I like, who may already own one of these purse. You're probably good people (kidding).
The Office is on and I've been editing in between comercials. I must go!
ps- I have full intentions of posting something better than a conversation I had with myself about purses today. It's just I've seen an overwhelming amount of young and old championing these monstrosities.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Am I right folks? I dare hear somebody refuse this because skid marks are ungodly especially around the Holidays. Oh, and money sucks too. Speaking of money, I have a mondo credit card bill to pay (which thankfully will be met but leaves me with a nickle to my name) and a cellphone bill. There are also some gigantic upgrades in my life that are sooner than later becoming a reality and funds for this trip I'm taking are still a tad foggy -as are pretty much everything else money related. Let's drop the details of my wusso money gripe because I could honestly give a rooty toot about alll things paper and green. I'm not complaining. I'm still quiting my job regardlesss of all the nay sayers: "FUCK THAT" is what I say. I know real mature Sarah. Cursing away the future is not a solution but neither is that job. I'm kidding, Let it be known that by no means am I saying that I think I am better than this job. Because it takes the patience of a saint and the organization of a Martha Stewart. And require a certain kind of talent and I tip my hat off to those doing the same thing. Wait but let me interject -what I meant to say that everyone should be fully capable of doing something they love if it were up to me everyone deserving would be working their dream jobs and not in cafes. Unless they wanted to work in cafes. Which in my case for about 2 years was where I wanted to be. Although the experience I had at the other store was absolutley by far my favorite job its a shame this one is not. Even if I wanted to stay, unfortunately it cannot afford bills that need to be paid. A day or two solo never killed anyone. If Indiana Jones could make due with a collapsing bridge cut by a pack of scantily clad loin-cloth, machete totin', heart eating cannibals it's probable that I'll live with out it. But back to skid marks, wait.... forget skid marks. But let's talk pants where skid marks hang out. All day I've been listening to Romanowski's Party In My Pants its about as jaunty as Tito Jackson's grin. And we all know Tito likes to smile. If anyone has time download Strudel Strut!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
2 things on my Thursday night agenda
- Cecil B. Demented
PS. About 4 times this week I've heard the word tall mistaken for large. People, Tall drinks are not Large drinks. Although large drinks are rather tall they indeed are not titled tall (because that means small). These people probably go into cafes every week making the same mistake.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
These are all very short sketches, that are mostly half-assed doodles. Nothing too snazzy, Most of them were done in front of the tv while I was watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang last night. A wildly entertaining movie when you have no idea what you're getting into. All of a sudden you're watching a villian get shot through Val Kilmers pants?? And then Val Kilmer says, "Homophobes never look down there." I'm thinking what the fuck is Val Kilmer doing with a tiny pistol in his crotchal region in the first place. I guess when its time to kill a homophobe. Oh well, I may never know.
Changing the subject again, but by now I hope everyone isn't thoroughly annoyed with my posting. I like the idea of a sketchblog. And here is a brief description -The top sketch is a duplicate of many other ideas out there. Which goes with out saying that it is a completly unorginal idea. I take no credit whatsoever -However, shape creatures are ridiculously enjoyable to sketch with a prisma marker. Everyone should buy these markers, they're about as fun as a bottle of tequila on a piping hot night in July! And yes, I've got tiny freckles on my nose above, the cartoon version is much sexier than in real life. I kid myself, but whatever I'm alright. And in the middle I threw in a Kyp Malone for everyone in need of some TVOTR regalement!
ps- I realize that posting sketches all of the time is self-indulgent and I promise I will not bore you with this daily.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Speaking of projects. Do you ever have these days of total exhaustion and you know that what you're doing is not meant or even healthy for your existence? Money isn't tied into this equation either. Maybe people always want more but for whatever reason as they grow older they become unhappy. I've spent a good deal of my life asking questions and doubting my abilities. Well, ladies and gents that has all ended for several reasons. I'm graduating college this December and although I did it assbackwards and went through absolute hell and back -I've come to realize something, I am going to spend my life doing something that I care about it. I didn't intend on getting so introspective today but goddamnit, some people I've had to put up with lately are so unbelivebly miserable they just suck the joy right out any possible fun at work.
Anyway, 2006 may have been a busy and somewhat unfun year (not entirely it had its ridiculously fun times) although 2007 will be of epic proportions...
starting with a little trip I like to call away from PA.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Here's a piece I like to call my closing controversial statements of the weekend (with no further explanation). And they are....
-95% of people ordering drinks in cafe's today have a I've just been violated by a pack of horny bears look on their face before they order.
-People who stop and then turn in the middle of the highway for no good reason are indeed retarded.
-Sometimes when people call at 2:45am and I am asleep I will not be angry. I will just repeat two times before I hang up - I don't even know why I picked up the phone, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I PICKED UP THE PHONE -click.
you unfunny jackass