I'm apparently done with titles. I got another hour or so to kill before I cart ma and pa off to the airport. I spent most of tonight learning CSS and its great. Yet another major redesign to the website soon. Maybe even by next week. Its really fun and exciting and I probably sound like an idiot, but I can make dumb and easy webpages and actually make them look good. A thrilling development. I plan on going to the infamous Doowop Diner in Malden after the airport. I haven't been there in a few months.

My prescience has been bothering me. At least in relation to Gabby. She gave me the heaviest deja vu of my life in Montreal. So heavy that I knew exactly what she was going to say as she said it because it was one of those things that in a way she'd already told it to me, in a dream or something like that. Another example: last night she left Haggerty's party to go to CVS and when she got back I knew exactly what was in her bag. Another dumb thing that's been bothering me.

I'm applying for jobs again. I'd like to have time to at least go to the Carolinas with Tim before it picks up again, but whatever. The drawing's coming along, the writing's coming along. To repeat myself for the thousand time This Is Great. TIG. But really, things have been nothing but great lately. One aspect I'd like to improve but there's nothing I can do about it. Other than that, TIG.

I think I might just make breakfast. Some rockhash and scrambies. We'll see.

I figured out a good band name that's actually pertinant if the thing with Tyler and I works out : Sisyfist. Get it? Its like, Sisyphus pushed that rock and Ty and I are gonna PUSH ROCK to new levels. Right.

So tonight was Haggerty's birthday. Enough said about that.

I spent five hours today as emergency room accompaniment yet again. This time Natalie with a 103 fever. Woof.
I didn't bring a book and felt like I was going to die.

We're going to bed and are all farting.

Outside, birds are singin.

I spent a good amount of time today at City Feed talking to amigos new and old about babies, the circus, anarchy and motorcycles. The more time I spend around my pregnant friends, the more I fantasize about settlin down and getting one. Not yet. I hate it. I just wish I were 30 with a cat, a lady and a good job I could quit to open a cafe at my leisure. Small dreams.

Rock doves. More real jobs opportunities are developing, but people keep asking me to go places. Like the Carolinas. And California. We'll see.

So I just made a quick run to dunks. 24 hour dunks was closed so I went to the one on route one. A few dirtbags were there, but they were playing young turks which made everything all right. I worked on the new drawing a little bit today. I'm very pleased with the progress and that part I messed up doesn't bother me.

I got my confirmation letter from the Xeric. I'll know ina month and a half whether or not I get the grant. So much is wating for the summer. I've decided to spend my tax returns on an Octave Cat synthesizer (ebay willing), Gocco machine, and some drum parts. I'm going to pick my drums up from Matt MacNeil's house tomorrow so I don't have to practice at Tyler or Nicole's anymore. All I need is a cymbal and a high hat. Then the Matt/Tyler power project begins.

Been thinking about getting Powfact running again. We'll see.

So tomorrow I go to work, finish the Westlake site, get my W2's and do my taxes. Right now I'm going to start scripting the pilot for Waterbear Evwywhere. Good night.


Work in Progress

I'm ffre.

Another sleepless night

This time I didn't even try. Yesterday was great. First Nice Day 08. We spent it sitting on the front porch, drinking whiskey and lookin shitty. Seriously. It was great. We took a walk at some point to get frozen strawbs for smoothies and I bought a seagull mug for 53 cents at Boomerangs. Then we took a little trip to the far end of Cambridge to the Modern Brewer to get beer-making supplies. We weren't sure how to go about it, so we just got two kits. A porter and a stout. My exhaustion caught up with me and I passed out on the couch around 530. Mel was playing Chrono Trigger and I woke up a few times, and each time she was in a different era. Once I was up, Home Fries showed up with spinach pie and eclaires and we started making beer. There was a lot of waiting so we started up a round of Risk, and I have to say Blood Money by Tom Waits is the perfect album for the combination of stirring foul black goo while simultaneously taking over the world.

Risk lasted six hours and was probably the best game of my life. The contenders were myself, Lawrence, David, Tim and Home Fries. Both Lawrence and I were almost immediately crushed then made massive comebacks and thousands of devastating rolls and eliminated everyone else until we were the last armies standing, he white me red. By then it was 230 and after spending ten minutes pitting my 30 Venezualan armies against his 31 Central American we just called it a draw. We were done with the beer by midnight, and it now has to sit for two weeks before it yields 60 beers. We need to harvest bottles in this time. If you have any, let a dog know.

Around 5 we went to the BCD only to find out as we sat in front for an hour that they open at six now. Breakfast was actually good this time, and we saw Scruffy there which is always nice. Then we drove around and sang to the Kinks for a little while before going home. We then watched the three lovely lady cats fight each other slowly for a half hour, then I finally got to task of writing my cover letter. I think I thought the job I want was something else entirely. But whatever. Maybe it'll work. Or maybe they'll just find out I can't read or pay attention or discern between what things actually are and what I expect they are.

Everything's great. Monotonix again tonight with Black Pus in Providence. Man Man tomorrow. Then I'm Ffre.


This was the view at the top of Mount Royal. Stupid crows.

Here we are

Its been quite a month. I worked as a massive foam sculptor, freelance illustrator for textbooks, and tshirt silkscreener, which I quit. I've come up with a few good ideas for future projects. I submitted my grant proposal to get my new comic Dadman Be Damned printed. I've seen a lot of mates I hadn't in a while. I spent some time with new amigos as well. I haven't been to sleep yet and its 9 am. I tried three times, but frantic thought kept me up all night. I botched an infusion this morning. It'll get fixed in the afternoon. Things take time.

I'm applying for a real job this week. I'm writing my cover letter later today. I'd like to be more coherent when that happens. This is the first job I've seen since graduation that I've actually been excited about, but who knows.

I spent last week in Montreal after quitting my rediculous job. The reason? Tim was going to Montreal. It was fun, but there was no real point. All I did was drink, not sleep, drink coffee, and not drink water. I got to see some fun museums and we played laser tag, though. And I saw Wolf Eyes who were as upsetting as ever. Its hard to watch grown men scowl at their homemade noise-instruments for an hour. You just want things to work out for them, but they're from Detroit, so it won't.

I got back to Lawrence's, slept for maybe three hours and jumped on the bus to New York. The reason? No reason. Well. I wanted to see the Marcel Dzama exhibit that was up (and it was great). And I helped Jack write and record a pilot for this show he's working on, Space Burger. And I started writing the yet to be titled show I'm working on with Alan. Hopefully I'll have it and the other one I'm working on me own pitchable by the end of summer. I got sick on the Fung Wah and spent sunday and monday reclined at Alan's. It was nice though, I watched the Fellowship fo the Ring Rifftrax which was kind of funny. A little repetative. Then Casey came over and we talked a while and ordered pizza then Lawrence came over and we played Smash Brothers, then Alan came home and we all left. Woops! We got more pizza and beer and went to bed.

I have never felt as happy to be home as when I got back yesterday. Just everything felt right and I wanted everything to be right. I hung out at Lawrence's for a bit, then got pizza with Keanne, then beers and sammy's in Salem with the boys. The Boys did show up. Then I got home and thrice tried unsuccessfully to sleep from heavy thoughts. Well, one thought, but its the one that's been troubling me the most, but I think I've come to a reasonable solution, if I can just get the oportunity. Well.

I worked on my drawings last night, though. I messed up one part bad and I'm kind of upset, but I think it'll work out. The second time I woke up, I went for a drive around town between 330 and 430. It was nice and foggy. I listened to the Glow Pt.2 and drove and thought. I thought up a good video/installation with glowing helium balloons weighed down with pennies, so they hover, floating over a pond on a moonless night. I just think the reflection'll look nice. I'll do it when it gets warm out.

Add it to the list. And with that I'm going to try and pass out for a few, and I'll leave you with this gem:


Man Man is saturday, and after that: ffredom.