Bacon, bacon everywhere and another redesign is being pondered. That is all for right now kiddies, and remember until next time..COURAGE.
The Interrupting Cow
There is something a little soul crushing about the middle of the summer, maybe it is because most folks are planning vacations and I’m trying to plan a way to make it to the next weekend without committing myself to the asylum. It could be the heat and the fact that I being both a ginger and to put it a nice way, a bit husky, don’t function too well in such conditions. There is also the possibility that maybe I’m a late blooming Goth, I managed to fight it off with my first round of puberty, but maybe middle age brings on another urge to get into clove cigarettes, leather pants and Peter Murphy. Luckily, I’m not showing any signs of going that way as of yet. As my wife has pointed out, if I keep it up, I will become the grouchy old man by my late thirties. I guess I should try to get out more, or maybe less. We’ll see. Until then, I will embrace my social awkwardness in daily life and leave my headphones on for longer periods of time.
I’ve been working on a Kevin Bacon themed illustration for what seems to be far to long. I has color now and will soon have some finishing touches. Look for that somewheres, here, facebook or the garbage can.
That is all for now, until next time…COURAGE.
Leggo My Ego.
I’ve been fairly busy the past few days, my daughter and I have finished our first art collaboration (pictured above). Through the many fits and tears, I stated, “This is why I don’t work with other artists.”, but I then wiped my eyes and calmed down, I finished my part of the project. I had a good time through the artistic process and I like to think she did too, we’ll see what other deleted/beatrix things can happen.
That is all for now, until next time…COURAGE.
I hope to god I’m not a sheep
The beebs and the delete have been busy collaborating. More to come, until next time…COURAGE.
Terror in the form of Smuckers
The delete has recently started the regiment of waking up at 5 am to walk one Boston Terrier, AKA Smuckers, to see if this solves his canine-destructo ways. So far, so good. It does put me in a weird spot as I cross paths with joggers, newspaper delivery services or notice the stares from the many picture windows of my neighborhood. Yes, we live next to a lot of old folks who probably wake up at 3am and by 5:05 am are about ready for lunch. Well, the delete has yet to be tasered or beat up by the health nuts that are out at this time, so I guess it is nice that I’m getting out, trying to walk some off some of my angst and maybe stare at the cows that are two blocks over.
That is all for now, until next time…COURAGE.
One Year.
At 1:45 p.m. this afternoon it will be exactly one year since my father has passed away. I’m unable to sum much up into words, so here is a poem that I came across from my Father’s writing collection.
Imagining My Mountains
Evening paints the blue shoulders of Black Tooth and Cloud Peak
The glaciers on the north side is a royal purple
I ache for my days I’ll stand next to the creek
Casting light lines to the wary trout
My busy life keeps me on the flats
But my imagination stays on the sweetgrass
Waving my thin stick at the fish
Those were the days.
That is all for now, until next time…COURAGE.
Boot and Reboot are in a boat.
The Deleted Universe is about to hit the reboot button via the weekend. The to-do list is set, now comes the wait for the official start of this el fin de semana. Until next time, COURAGE.