I have failed utterly in my resolutions made a year ago. I was supposed to have been on the treadmill at least 15 minutes of everyday, but that stopped after a while. I’d be faithful to it until my headaches kept me to the bed, and then when I got better I’d have a hard time getting back into the habit of it. But at least I found out this year that my headaches are actually allergies—sinuses acting up because…
My frustration knows no bounds. I still have many unpacked boxes in the new place, and in one of them hide my Barnes & Noble and Staples gift cards, both of which H.E. gave to me last year. They don’t expire or bleed out via dormancy fees like most other gift cards, but considering they are worth about $200-$300 each, I’m a touch concerned about the fact that I can’t seem to find them. I’m 99% certain that I packed…
As we watched an annoying TV commercial, which was followed by one for an erectile dysfunction medication, H.E. remarked, “Now there’s a missed marketing opportunity.” I looked over at him, and he further enlightened me with the following words: HardOn! Apply directly to the foreskin. HardOn! Apply directly to the foreskin. HardOn! Apply directly to the foreskin. … Why no one has hired H.E. lately is a complete mystery to me. Share this post:
I took this photo two years ago, and I’ve been meaning to get it printed up as cards, but I’m a professional crastinator. Happy Holidays, everyone. Be safe. Be warm. Be happy. I love you all. Share this post:
Pastels, 19″ x 24″. Second page of the old pad of paper I mentioned before. I’m not sure I like this one. Again, I started with no clear direction in mind. The exercise is mostly about getting to know how the colors mix together and learning how to stay within the lines. It reminds me of my coloring book days, really. So childish. Deliberately cartoonish. No real sense of scale. I need to start doing real still life stuff, but…