Is that really something?

Are there actually people who believe that [terrorist organization] could sneak a politician into the system with the end goal of making him president, at which point he'll pull off a rubber mask and yell 'gotcha!' and now [terror] will own the United States?   And if so, shouldn't that be more or less allowed anyway?  Isn't that sort of thing the point of the idealized description of our form of government?

Or do they think it'll all be done hush-hush, like they get their guy in, and he makes sure that everything's cool when they try to attack us, and they have him arrange to do things to bring down the country from within, by misdirecting the public focus, damaging and dismantling 'public good' programs, tanking the economy, lowering our allies' esteem of us, peeling back civil rights...wait a minute....hm.

Bus stop, bus goes...

I always thought it was about "Bus stop Wendy." It's still a beautiful song, as far as songs go. (Since, of course, all songs are sad.)

Bloody Hell

One thing that I think surprised me, like as soon as I got to LA, staying on a couch in Russell's apartment, trying to get set up out here, was how crappy 'Hollywood' seemed. I guess it's the same sort of decay you get in any major metro area, but I was still surprised. All the run down everything. And somehow, like an idiot, that's where I live now. And for the third time in about six months, I've been burgled. The first time was pretty quick after I got here, and then when I went out of town for a week someone took parts of my bike. This time was the car again. In the garage, again. Except this time the glass was smashed. All kinds of mess was made as the burglar searched for valuables, but somehow missed the tray of coins and paper money, again. Once again, they opened the glove box and didn't want any of the gloves. Once again, they didn't take any of the piratey stuff, or the tools, or the maps. The only thing that went this time was the sun visor CD holder, with maybe 8 or 10 TMBG and BMG CDs. There were several CDs loose in the cabin, and CD cases, and stacks in the doors, and those were all untouched.

Flip Side

So I've mentioned what's left to consume lately, (movie #1,345 went by the other day,) but have a look at a couple pages from the current sketchbook:

This page is a list of projects - some started, some not.

(I'm not a paranoid fella about writing getting stolen, but you'll pardon the blurring of as-yet unwritten ideas and notions.)

This page is a list of sketches - some written, some not. These are fuel for some of the projects on the previous page.

So never mind the things left to watch and read and hear and play, here's a partial list of what's out there to MAKE. To write, record, shoot, edit, code, animate, and push onto an unsuspecting public.

Boy, I'd better get going!

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But...here's another page from the book - a Bouncer from Bioshock, by way of the Kool-Aid man. I like how they run around doing jazz hands in the game.

Google Reader

Oh, and Google Reader isn't helping things any either. Instead of remembering now and then to check a blog once or thrice a month, I can waste time every day sifting through the aggregation of ALL those sites, and pass the good bits back and forth with people I know.

I even have this site in my Reader feed. It's the control group, I guess.

Anyone out there use it? Why not add the gmail address notArt to your friend list, and then we can help each other to be less productive!

Special greetings to people who are already in the mix, to whom I'm about to share THIS VERY POST.