Found in the Grout…

Thursday, January 28, 2010

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Here are a few old pics….this is what happens when I am bored and stuck at work….

Lacking the Lungs Necessary…

Friday, January 22, 2010

….So, I’m going to take a short hiatus from this here corner of my mind for a bit to finish work on the first Crumbly Nevertheless book…which I hope to make available within the coming month or so. But, I’ll pop in from time to time with a little randomness (like the Totalitarian Twinkie above) and possible book progress updates. And of course I’ll return with a whole new round of ballpoint pen drawing goodness.

So, until we meet again…..

Dancing Cricket Syndrome…

Thursday, January 21, 2010

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                                         -the Snow of Madness
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

Beneath the Deciding Fossil…

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

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                                         -the Abominable Magician
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

the Leaking of Cartilage…

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

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                                         -Marooned One
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

A Hardening of Minimalists…

Monday, January 18, 2010

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                                         -Snowman Elder
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

Fumes of the Unrealized Wish…

Sunday, January 17, 2010

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                                         -Lamenting Snowman
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

A Terse Dust Decision…

Saturday, January 16, 2010

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                                        -the Magician
                                        ballpoint pen on paper

Despair within the Collective Soil…

Friday, January 15, 2010

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                                        -House Fly Hunter
                                        ballpoint pen on paper

The Realm of Pitless Plums…

Thursday, January 14, 2010

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…these are the last of the Illustrator series of crumbly drawings, and my favorite of them. Someday I hope to make a vinyl version of the little guy in the bucket…

The Ignorance of Heavenly Bodies…

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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                                         -the Little Prince
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

Underneath a Thirsty Moon…

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

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                                        -Revenant Fish
                                        ballpoint pen on paper

the Starving Kit…

Monday, January 11, 2010

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                                         -Forest Shade
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

2010, Year of the Screaming Tube Worms…

Sunday, January 10, 2010

….I might have gotten that wrong, but no matter.

So, I’ve spent the beginning of this week taking care of the tags for my car, using my lunch periods from work because if one works a nine to five, that’s about the only time allotted to one to get said things done. Now, if you have read my blog for any length of time, you might think that you are in for a rant about what a cluster fuck the whole situation could have been and ready yourself for a colorful scenario that is lyrically painted resembling the many Queue scenes from the movie Brazil with a cast of odd characters who mumble to themselves, smell of a variety of garbage or try to start knife fights with the DAV clerks…possibly, you might be eating from a block of stale cheese while staring at yourself in the mirror and crying…or you might just be saying to yourself “Here we go again”…

In truth, the only reason I’m even mentioning it is to set up what happened directly afterwards. After finally acquiring my tags and starting my car to return to work, I had an incredible craving to have a cigarette.
This would mean very little if not for the fact that I have successfully avoided smoking for just under six months, and not actually craved a smoke for nearly the last three of them.crumbly_smoke Now, you might be thinking that I have a theory as to why this craving came about…you might also be thinking that you can’t knit a dress out of pudding, and for thinking that I’m going to have to ask you to leave! But going back to the craving, I do have a theory: it’s what I’m calling an “accomplishment craving”…that is, what used to be an excuse to smoke as a reward. Because, if you think about it, that’s all smoking really was…a series of cravings, followed by the hacking and the poor hygiene and the serious drop in sex appeal. In any case, this theory got me to thinking three things: the first being about what would be the other “excuses” to light up…such as the “near miss craving”, where one would smoke after narrowly avoiding a catastrophe such as a car accident or a marriage…the “last cigarette craving”, used to prolong the avoiding of an unpleasant scenario such as facing an angry spouse or a firing squad…as well as the ”just woke up craving”, “going to bed craving”, “just had sex craving”, “just looked at the sun for hours craving”, “just had a cigarette craving”, “oh look! A frog! craving”, “haven’t been eaten by a half bear half shark monstrosity of nature craving”….and so on.
The second thought that came from this theory is that I need to be more aware of my surroundings when I have these thoughts, realizing at once that I was laughing to myself like an idiot while at a red light, unable to even remember most of the drive thus far and noticing everyone else around me staring as if I was an escaped lunatic…which I get a lot actually.
But it’s the third thought that this post is really about, and that this overly long intro leads to…that is, the feeling of accomplishment itself.

I have never been one to care much about the New Year in particular. It’s always , for the most part, been just another day, only with the added annoyance of getting the date wrong on checks and forms for a few weeks after. I’ve also never been one to practice the tradition of making New Year Resolutions, because if I was unwilling to make whatever changes during the year before, it was a safe bet that the calendar change wouldn’t be enough incentive to make those changes happen anyways.
But, I do have to be honest here and admit that the air has seemingly altered this New Year, in a way that I can’t totally explain…which everything that I’ve written so far is only a small part of. There’s an electricity to actually get things done, to accomplish the things that have been put aside or that I’ve only been threatening to do. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been near six months since I’ve had a cigarette that’s fueling these feelings…maybe it’s what I (and others) should have felt at the beginning of the decade just ten years late…or it could be the fact that ancient people have only given us two more years to live..who knows? What I do know is that there seems to be a new feeling of focus, that things seem more obtainable and sharper, and for the first time in the near four decades I’ve been annoying people on this Earth I am inspired enough to make New Year Resolutions:

So here we go - I resolve to be more forgiving to those that have wronged me or will wrong me; I will make my best efforts to be more social and quit fighting my friends who have been trying to help me become so; I resolve to ease up on Canadians (ok, that’s a complete lie…I was just seeing if you are paying any attention); I will fight the slow loss of my arm to the bitter end, learning to draw and paint with my feet if I have to; and I will put a whole hearted effort into actually making a career out of the writing and the artwork….I will also wage a holy war on Canada (ok, again with the lies…I will only make fun of them about as much as I already do).

Things to look forward to include: Constant updates to my website, new books in the works, updated online stores with many goodies you can buy for your friend’s toddlers to traumatize them, updated Etsy storefront with original artwork and prints (and strange handmade things), and just possibly….just maybe, a complete redesigning of the afore mentioned website…because I just must hate sleep that much…

And by the way, HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!!

The Plight of Unswept Crumbs…

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Here’s a few more from the past.

Dressed for Burnt Offerings…

Saturday, January 9, 2010

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                                        -the Wandering Gardener
                                        ballpoint pen on paper

Attack Plums and Stains from Blood Oranges…

Friday, January 8, 2010

Here are a few from the distant past….the distant past being 2003. They are drawings I did in Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop. I came across these recently, and looking at them again after so long, you can see where Crumbly Nevertheless drawings came from…teddy

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I have a few more that I’ll sneak in in the next couple of days…who knows? Maybe I’ll even dust-off the Wacom tablet and create a handful more in this theme….

Mud Track on New China…

Thursday, January 7, 2010

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                                        -the Martyr III
                                        ballpoint pen on paper

The Dilemma Withdraws…

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

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                                         -the Feast
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

No Wake Zone in the Juice…

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

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                                         -the Boatman
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

A Devoid Greed Nest…

Monday, January 4, 2010

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                                         -Parasite Hare
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

A Planted Distress…

Sunday, January 3, 2010

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                                         -Macrogamete Phantom
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

(Originally Published just for the MySpace Blog – Re-Published Here in its Entirety for no other reason than “Just Because” – the Names and Places have not been changed to Protect the Innocent because let’s face it, You’re not really reading this little Disclaimer, are you….oh, you might be pretending to, your eyes moving across the screen of your laptop while you sit there in the Coffee House hoping to Impress the cute Barista….but you have no chance….she’s into Women….sorry to have to Break it to You this way……wait, where was I going with this?)WhereTheSidewalkEnds

As I’m sure most of you recognize, the above picture is from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends,  and for those of you who don’t know who or what I’m talking about…..shame on you! Shame! In any case, its use here is due to the fact that I could think of no better image for the subject I’m writing about.
I have been debating this with myself for a long time now, and finally come to the conclusion to just call it what it is and be done with it. I’m talking of course about MySpace, and what to call it, is “over”.

I joined this little big community about, or over, five years ago now…to be honest, for the purposes of marketing and networking, which I did, but I also made a lot of new friends and accomplished a handful of foolish things along the way. It’s for those reasons that the decision to move on has been so difficult, but let’s face it, all things come to an end.

The reason for this post was both to inform you of this decision as well as to invite you all who’ve stayed with me here to perhaps go a bit further with me elsewhere….reading that back to myself, it sounds as if I’m talking about some distorted version of spin the bottle that also involves a jar of fire-ants, some molasses and a butter knife…but why the hell would you think that?! That’s just fucking weird and you should be ashamed!
No, I’m speaking of the fact that this little milk crate of mine in MySpace Square is not the only one that I keep. Below are links to my other blogs out there: the Zombiespoon Manifesto (which has been identical to this one, just hosted out in the real world…he says, speaking of the internet…as he writes this in his room…alone…away from human contact…with Kleenex boxes on his feet), and Crumbly Nevertheless (which has far less of my written vomit, more of my imagery vomit, and has taken on a life of its own over the past several months)…both of which I’m adding here in hopes that you‘ll continue to join me out there if you’ve in any way enjoyed this little rant box here.

I’m also adding these two additional links below, which lead to my Facebook profiles….because I’m a traitor….No, because, lets be honest, that is what has slowly taken the lead in the online community race, at least for now; and if you have been my friend here, maybe you would like to continue being so out there.



So, here we are, at the end of this sidewalk and onto the next. I will be deleting this corner of my online persona in about a week or so, after the tying up of loose ends….which involve the jar of fire-ants, molasses and a butter knife…and you, if you’d care to come along.

Sounds of Migrating Vagrants…

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                                         -Urban Tubeworm
                                         ballpoint pen on paper

From the Top, Without Feeling…

Friday, January 1, 2010

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                                         -Nerve Ending Sirens
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