I meant to sketch a goose but ended up with a duck. I guess I better just quit drawing forever. It is the only way.
Based on how often I update this blog now it probably looks like I already did quit forever. I don’t want you to assume that because you know what happens when you assume…you make a s sum of an e.
Full circle now. I will not quit drawing forever. Thanks for talking me through that.
I am working on my fourth hour waiting to be called in to jury duty. It has been pretty exciting. Two guys got in a fist fight for a chair, a woman went into labor and delivered in the bathroom, someone brought legos to fill their time and built an entire cityscape, one juror is a dog, someone spontaneously combusted, and four people tried to escape and were tazered by an old lady.
That is what I imagined anyway. I’m so bored I had to make something happen. At least in my head.
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.)