Supreme Being

"No, I am not in the Christmas spirit and you can go to hell."

Lame pick-up lines deserve to be shot down with gusto. At the jazz club a hairy, nasty, fat guy hit on me. I wish the Bro was here to kick him around.

Christmas is on the way....

The show is over. I am free!!!

That Soon???

This is exactly what I felt like today when I found out about the deadline for my show in Asheville. Aaaarrghhhh....
I'm going to try a new paint texture with filings from a foundry in Thomasville and an organic cotton canvas that I made last week. The colors seem to have more shades of deep blue and different tones of gray with hints of shimmering orange when mixed I mix the filings with my oil bases. I suspect winter's weather changes will be manifested in the first painting.
As an aside, what exactly does resident physician translate into? I literally ran into a guy by Reynolds high school this morning while jogging. He looked entirely too young to have finished his training and told me he was doctor when we stopped to talk.

Goodfellas...yeah right

I don't date guys that are too hairy, too hippie, or too hostile. Last week, my girls and I went too Charlotte where 4 guys without opposable thumbs attempted to pursue us at a concert. It was like a trip to the zoo where you watch the animals but don't appreciate their smell or their company. We told them to meet us at Motel 6 and then headed in the opposite direction.

Welcome Everybody

Hello,

Welcome e-world to my thoughts. I hope our forum stimulates cerebral discussions. I apologize in advance for my dark sense of humor. Attached is my latest photo find.