It is a myth that drinking alcohol warms you up. Instead of warming you it actually lowers your core temperature by dilating your blood vessels causing you to give off more heat. So my wife should be happy that I will help her stay warmer when we go to bed and not complain about my beer burps in her face. I’M DOING IT FOR HER! I am giving her my heat from my very own heart with every beer.
I fall more on the introvert scale than extrovert and for that reason I need my space. With the proper space I can succeed.
a trophy - space = atrophy
You see, it is simple math.
So don’t b surprised when I break into your house when you aren’t home. I am just looking for some space and you can’t fault me for trying to maintain my mental health, can you?
I use the Google Keep app to take note of ideas as they come to me. It works pretty good until it doesn’t. I wrote this recently:
Whatever you want: Lobotomy so you want less.
If my “great” idea was to want things less by cutting out part of my brain then I am glad I wasn’t worried about abstinence. Although that may be what a lobotomy means for men.
Heh heh heh heeeeeeh…
I don’t like carrying aluminum cans with me. They are just too bulky. So if I happen to get in a fight away from my pantry I never seem to have any cans of whoop-ass handy to open.
That is why I have begun carrying scuffle packs. Small, thin paper packets that fit cleanly and unobtrusively in your pocket or man-purse.
Scuffle packs: Tear into one before tearing into someone. (One serving per packet. One serving = one misplaced, half-retracted slap.)
Searching my files I found a video test by Steve at Frame-4 using some of my old illustrations. This was a test for a project that ended up going in a different direction; a direction with less screaming children and birds with big feet. IF you can even call that a direction.
I have had a problem with an overactive idea gland in the past week. It is squirting ideas so often and violently I can barely sleep. Unfortunately my production node secretions are being over-powered by the don’t-get-fired-from-your-job reflex paired with an advanced case of fatherhusbanditis meaning I am just a sleep deprived zombie of a man.
Money is tight for many people and so I have a great business idea.
I am going to start a tattoo consignment store.
Need some quick cash and have old ink you don’t need any more? Come in and we will cut it off of your body* and pay you CASH!
Want a tattoo but can’t afford it? Come in and choose your favorite from our wide selection of second hand tats. From works of art to tough looking prison yard pieces.
Gang signs, fake tribal symbols, anchors, barb wire, ironic pop culture icons … we have something for everyone.
So come on down to Tat(take)2!
*Prescription pain medication extra.