I bet the first draft of the Superman comic was all about Clark Kent using his powers to excel at car games.
Insecure about your level of artistic talent? This blog is for you. My wish is that you view my work and think, "Seriously? I can do better than this."
Friday, August 11, 2017
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Ask a Simile Question
Labels:
cell phone,
coffee,
comic,
conversation,
daughters,
expressions,
memory,
naughtiness,
notes,
pie,
punch,
ribbon
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
It May Be That Their Secret Involves Nitrous Oxide
The problem when our laughter gets out of control like this is that we have to spend hours scrubbing the colored words off our walls.
Labels:
Amish,
Amish Secret,
autobun,
coffee table,
couch,
daughters,
hours,
laughter,
television,
treatment,
walls,
wife,
wood,
words
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
We're No Angels
It's conversations like this, with their controversial ideas, that ultimately keep us up at night. Oh, the irony.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Cheeses Crisis, Part One
I think the title of this blog post is one of the best I've ever come up with. You can't see it, but I'm patting myself on my back. My arm hurts. Which I guess is what they mean when they say we have to suffer for our art.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
The Role of a Parent
Labels:
acting,
anger,
appreciation,
computer,
daughters,
door,
forgetting,
method acting,
repairs,
ribbon,
Stanislavski,
work
Monday, June 26, 2017
Ennui, I'm Home!
If it turns out that she really is the person who can make my dreams come true, I'm going to have to tell her about my recurring dream in which Martin Landau is my dad.
The ultimate test.
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