Thanksgiving Weekend

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Is what happens when your friends have way too much free time and access to an animal carcass. We had a lovely time in Denver City Denver. We did not get to see some of the people we wanted, so sorry to those people. My bad, really. We had a lot going on.
Turkish dei was yet again free of any mention of Istanbul, Constantinople or this country's proud eastern European heritage. Sad.




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Is how Saturday started at Craig's house, and it just spiraled from there. Drunk babies and toddlers hanging from chandeliers and sliding down the banisters and taking passers-by hostage. Total mayhem. We had a good time.



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Is why we flew and didn't drive. Let me tell you, this trip went off without a hitch while the day before and the day after our flights were delay crazy. A giant snow storm hit the mountains and the eastern plains, but missed DCD all together. We had no mishaps at all. Weird. It was by far the most relaxing trip home since I left. Including before we had a kid. Jackson did really well on the plane. No fussing or anything. At one point he was the hit of the plane as he flirted and giggled at the two college hotties sitting behind us. Good man. I never had the balls to hit on two at once, though I was never that cute.

Roadrunner, Roadrunner!

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On my way to lunch yesterday. Just bookin' it. I've never actually seen a Roadrunner before, dispite spending a disproportionate ammount of time in the desert. Or the fact that the Metropolitan State College of Denver, where I went, uses the Roadrunner as a mascot. Yeah, I didn't know that either until I started getting alumni catalogs from them. In honor of the occasion, here is the complete transcript of a live performance by the Sex Pistols doing "Roadrunner"

enjoy.


'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner!
Roadrunner!Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! Torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts;
I've forgotten it!
Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Check out what how it starts.
What's the first line?
Paul: One, two, three, four, five, six!
Johnny: Alright, can you start at the beginning, then?
Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, (???)
Johnny: I can't hear you, Paul.
Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, go...
Johnny:Going faster miles an hourEuhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, God, I don't know it...
I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop
And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop
An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop
Have the radio on
Have touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern worldFell in love with (???)
Have the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Felt in touch with with modern world
In love with the modern world
Alright, here we go now
Goin' twenty-eight watta power
It's all cold here in the dark
Fifty thousand watts of power
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Awith the radio onRoadrunner, roadrunner
Oh, God, I don't know it
It's fuckin' ridiculousWish I had the words...
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
I felt in touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround
Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin'
modern runnerin touchAn' a radio on
I got radio onAroadrunner, roadrunner
Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh
Do we know any other fuckin' Beatles songs?'
Ey? Brrrrrrr!'Ey? Do we know an...'Ey?
Do we know any other fucking songs that we can do?
Do we know any other songs that we can do?
I can't think of any.

They were Geniuses!

You know it!

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Sketchbook #2

Ball point pens and highlighters:

This is a pic of Bob Dobbs. I do most of my spontanious drawing at work now, and I don't have access to my art stuff. I use what ever is around. I have even dried out one of the dry-erase markers floating around. I once found a purple pen in the walkway and did a whole "Prince" themed doodle on the back of a meeting agenda. I love ball point pens. I find that one can achieve similar levels of shading as with pencil, but without the messy pinky. It is difficult to erase, but that is why the storage closet gods gave us liquid paper.

A friend of mone once did a whole series of comics using only ball points. The original art work was awesome, but when we tried to print it, some of the detail was lost. These were ash-can photo-copied mini-comics mind you, so we had to give a little.