I wonder if Edison lived long enough to see Christmas lights?
I wonder how they would have made him feel?
I think he would probably have said… “Yeah, you see those lights over there? Yeah, that’s all me baby!”
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Cookie Question
Todays Wednesday Slump Question(TM) comes from wonderfully creative “Glovia”:http://www.glovia.blogspot.com/ who posed the question last week:
bq. If you were stranded on a desert isle and you could only have three kinds of cookies, which ones would they be?
(And yes, again we are aware of the logistics of refrigeration and expiration on a desert isle, but we again don’t care.)
Below: A $10 “Dean & Deluca”:http://www.deandeluca.com/ Snoopy cookie that Diane got as a present from her friend Rorry.
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Imagination run wild
Today I have been thoroughly enjoying images from an extremely detailed new movie, much in the style of Tim Burton, Rustboy. I have been re-visiting the site all day to check out the gorgeous screen captures and movies snippets. I implore you…
check it out.
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Umbrella Jackass
Me, Diane, and a few friends went down to the Prospect Park band shell to see Stephen Malkmus rock out in the Celebrate Brooklyn series and all was fine and dandy until he was about to take the stage. We suffered through Shannon McNally a bizarre musician from Long Island with an identity crisis. Yes she was born on Long Island, but she has a southern twang as if she was from Tennessee (not that I know anything about accents or geography, which I don’t), which deeply urked me. I’m all for southern musicians having a twang, but if you’re from Long Island I want to hear no southern twang.
It seemed fake.
As soon as this music (for lack of a better description) ended there was the usual “Help Prospect Park” speech that comes during the show…
Without your support…
pitter
we wouldn’t be able…
pitter, patter
to hold events like this…
pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter
And then all hell broke loose, the sky opened up and torrents of water were falling upon us. Somewhere nearby a flash of light and I knew I was about to very damp very quickly.
and now Stephen Malkmus.
He was great, got up on stage apologized for the rain and began to play, but unfortunately this jackass with the largest umbrella in the world stood between us and the stage. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I had to walk 5 paces just to see around his gargantuan umbrella. This makeshift structure would have easily seating several people, but was he with any other people? No, this outcast was by himself under his own personal astrodome.
My point is this people, if you’re going to bring a funeral umbrella out, make sure you’re going to a funeral, or at least put it away after Shannon McNally is done yodeling.
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Killer Table
If you start thinking about tables and the fact that they have legs, it can quickly make your imagination run wild.
(I did this drawing on the train this morning and realized, when I got to work, it was totally inspired by the beautiful and fanciful style of one of my favorite illustrators “Witold Riedel.”:http://www.witoldriedel.com/MT/ *Mad Props.*)