s ong s (&) C U B Es

I think we have a ghost in our house. Okay, maybe not, but one of our fans likes to turn its light on and off by itself. Now, I know the remote from one room can turn on the fan in the other room, but it comes on when I’m up late at night watching TV or drawing. It’ll just pop alive, and it always startles me.

I know it’s probably some signal from some random house, but in my mind, it’s a ghost trying to tell me to get to bed or get out of the house. 

Speaking of bed, I’m off to it now. I’ll leave you with a song I used to love to go to sleep to when I was 19. I’m listening to it now while I type, and my eyes instinctively are trying to close, as if on memorized cue.

SONG: Butthole Surfers - “Whirling Hall of Knives”

I tried to do something with watercolors along with pen and ink, but it’s a slow process that I have to learn to have patience with it. “Dry? No? Now? NOW?! IS IT DRY NOW?!” 

I’m sooo hungry right now. Beyond the limits to form words, so this will be a short post. Oh, something happened Memorial Day, but I can’t quite figure out how to draw it. It involved cops, guns, and my first experience on a hiking trail.

Time for dinner.

SONG:  Wermut - “The Wild Hunt”

Goldie made dinner tonight.

As I was sitting in the next room, I heard him say, “Uh oh.” It turns out he mixed up two ingredients, and mistakenly added two tablespoons of cayenne pepper (instead of chili powder) to the bison tacos. 

I smiled and sweated through the meal as I gulped down milk. I am anxious how my stomach will revolt later tonight. I imagine a freefall.

p.s. Hang in there, kid.

SONG: Furrow - “Bailing”

When I go running, I often see other runners who have dogs running by their sides. I think how D&D it is to have your familiar running with you on your quest. All they need are sneakers of haste or a katana to enhance this image. I sigh internally thinking that I want an animal running with me on MY quest.

I would take Mimi out, but I think she would just burst from a nerve explosion.

I miss dogs. 

SONG: Nu Sensae - “I’m A Body”

Mimi is slightly attached to me, and refuses to give up her spot on the desk or on my lap.

Although slightly needy, she does help me with all my song selections. 

SONG: DNA - “Not Moving”

I’m all fuzzy today. I’m not going to dwell on the past week and a half, but I know it will stay with me.

I’ll sit here with my cobwebbed head at work while I try to figure out where I left off in this dumb paper shuffle.

I’ll draw you pictures. How about that? Here.

p.s. I think being frustrated aids in running. I ran without stopping last night. I raced cars along Koenig’s sidewalk as I ran (thinking of Tom Cruise’s running style in all his movies) with no thought of depleting energy…just crushing thoughts.

SONG: La Femme - “La Femme Ressort”

I learned today that morals and law are not combined. I hated today. I hated knowing that someone who was decent had a raw deal strictly because I couldn’t vote on how my morals wanted me to vote. I had to go by the law. I hate that someone is disabled strictly because he needed money, and he pushed himself to take work that was risky. I hate that his life is now forever cast into some dark abyss that I hope, truly hope, he can surface. I know this is a weak hope because the cards are dealt so unfairly against him. I’m sorry, Tomas. I would hope you know I tried. 

“Is life unkind?”

Yeah, I think sometimes it is.

SONG: Melanie Safka - “Ruby Tuesday”

Okay, I know I’m hitting you with three drawings in one day, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to post at all this upcoming week. I return to jury duty tomorrow for three more days.

Today I went to watch one of Goldie’s bike races. I have no clue what to do there. The whole bike community is foreign to me, and although I try to make small talk, there is only so much I know about bikes. “They have tires. I would ride to Sonic for tater tots rather than on that trail.” I mainly nod at people while I try to find an available spot of shade. 

With all that being said, I love watching Goldie walk around in his little outfit. Whatever it is. I don’t even know the technical bike word for it, but I’m there to support him. I don’t know where he is in the crowd, what lap he’s on, or clearly what I’m supposed to do when he passes, but I know I love him. It’s why I’m there. I’m also there to secretly get glimpses of him when he quickly changes in the parking lot from his bike outfit into regular clothes like some makeshift superhero. Yes, it’s probably the entire reason I’m there. 

SONG: Moon Duo - “Motorcycle, I Love You”

I spent way too much at Renegade Craft Fair on Saturday. I didn’t MEAN to; it just happened. I bought items from certain artists after I had talked with them for a while. I could sense which ones were just golden inside, and because I liked them, it made their art even better. I tacked up one piece on the bulletin board in front of my desk just because I loved how the artist had a lisp and owned the entire Bob Ross series on DVD. I loved her immediately. My friend, Michael, said I’m a sucker for a story, and I am. If you have a story and it makes me hum inside, I’ll back you.

Backstory of drawing: After I got finished drawing it, I thought, “Wow, I think I just drew J Mascis if he was 15, and he liked Kreator.” I thought of that. A young J Mascis before he became the old witch woman in the woods wearing a Kreator shirt and scowling at the world. I thought it would be perfect. I mean, I don’t want witch woman J Mascis to put a curse on me or anything, but I just liked thinking of him sporting thrash metal from Germany on a shirt.

SONG: Dinosaur Jr. - “Just Like Heaven”  (witch in woods era)