Picture if you will…

Do you recall a time when you were accused of something you didn’t do?
Perhaps the accusation came long ago, from a sibling or another student, but your parent or teacher believed it.
Perhaps it was a small matter, but remember how the injustice made you feel, and how it tested your faith in authority, if only for a moment?

Put it in the art!

When something makes me mad enough to rant, a friend, mentor, and artistic colleague Julian Greigh tells me, “Put it in the art!”
‘Tis sound advice.
I know of someone who’s been slandering my family for over twenty years. In my current story, his avatar get’s punched so hard by a super-heroine that he flies off over the horizon. (Yes, there’s a bit of dream logic involved.)

A Writer’s Shame

While working on my next twisted tale, I just misspelled something.
Okay, it happens, but the word was “inarticulate.”
I am so ashamed.

Just now, posting my shame, I misspelled “misspelled.”
I say that I really do know how to spell these things, and Spell Check replies, “Yeah. Right.”

In sooth, this happens all the time for the same reason that I occasionally stutter.

Kitty and Creation

I’ve wrapped this month’s burlesque sideshow performance and have collected my paintings from my latest exhibition. Now it’s time to settle in and weave my next work of dark fantastic fiction.

My kitty Pandora loves to sit on my lap when I’m working. This is not terribly convenient, but I’ve learned to work around her. This morning however, she decided to drape herself across the arm of my dominant hand and turn her rear toward my face. Thankfully, she didn’t quite have her butt in my face, yet her tail tickled my nose. This got me giggling so hard that she climbed down off of me. She’s just turned to look back with an expression that seemed to say that as she views me a furniture, it is my job to stay still for her. She does not want her perch shaking with laughter.

Way-Back Wednesday – Public Breastfeeding

I’ve posted this piece before, yet much of this culture is still a bit backward on a most basic topic. Let’s look at

Breastfeeding in Public

Babies named us after boobies.
What do way say when something tastes good?
“Mmmm.”
What is the very first good thing we taste? Mother’s milk, direct from the breast.
Mmmm.
What is one of the first words a baby says, especially when they want something, like nourishment from a nipple?

Gonzombie at the book store!

From another stylish hat enthusiast – someone who used to work sound at events where I displayed art and performed on stage – I just found out that my collection of short horror stories is available at Dimple Books on
2499 Arden Way, Sacramento, CA 95825.

If you don’t see “Gonzombie and Other Dark Tales” at your local book shop, you can

I dare you to particpate. I double-dog dare you.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled art-related post to ask you – nay, beg you to vote!

Don’t think your vote makes any difference?

Then why are voter intimidation tactics still employed by those with the funds and connections to do so? And why does each side spend so much money on their campaigns?

It’s simple. They wouldn’t bother if voting didn’t matter.

Willy Wonka and the Crass Parody

I don’t limit my work to “family friendly” fare so here’s a family unfriendly post, definitely not for the squeamish.

Years ago, I wrote some parody lyrics for “I Got A Golden Ticket” from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory.

You know that you’re morbidly curious, so I’ll share those lyrics with you.

Riddle me this, Ayn Rand

How often has someone with multiple pairs of shoes in their closet said, “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps,” to someone who couldn’t afford boots?

Were self-made men actually spawned of their own willpower rather than conceived of sperm and egg? Were they nourished through infancy on their own sweat? By the aforementioned implausible act of pulling themselves up by their bootstraps, do they levitate everywhere rather than riding on public roads?

Zuckerberg, Batman and Spiderman in the News

Our top story tonight: Mark Zuckerberg shocked the world when he revealed the true identities of both Batman and Spider-man. He now denies any culpability for the subsequent violent deaths of Bruce Wayne’s butler and Peter Parker’s Aunt at the hands of diabolical super-villains.

When questioned about the rumour that he’s been accepted into the Legion of Doom, Zuckerberg boomed, “You dare to question me? You sniveling fools!” 

Meanwhile…