Based on a game of "sentence-picture-sentence"

Most people ask for an explanation of the shirt when I wear it, but I find that thinking about the logic detracts from the magic. I usually just say that Batman got the clap from one of Kermit's hos

Three men are playing golf. . .

. . . One of the men happens to be Moses. He tees off, and the wind carries his ball far left where it falls into a pond. The other men laugh at his misfortune but he puts up a hand to silence them. "I got this," he says confidently. Moses plunges his golf-club into the pond, parting the waters like a miniature, duck-infested Red Sea, and he hits the ball out of the now dry pond bed and onto the green.

The second player is Jesus. He tees off, and the same wind brings him similar misfortune, but Jesus' ball remains afloat on the water. He smugly jogs over, stepping on the surface of the pond, and chips his ball up onto the green.

The last man licks his finger and holds it aloft to gauge the wind. He hits the ball in exactly the same manner, and it to is whisked towards the pond . . . but before it hits the surface, an enormous fish leaps from the water and eats the ball. Before the fish even has a chance to hit the water again, a majestic eagle snatches the fish and starts to fly away with it. As the eagle flies over the green, lightning flashes down and kills the bird instantly, causing it to drop the fish. The golf-ball rolls out of the fishes mouth and into the hole for a hole-in-one.

With a sour look on his face, Jesus then turns around and says: "We're not playing like that, dad!"

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And now for your listening pleasure, another theologically themed piece entitled "God's Song," written by Randy Newman, and performed by yours truly:

Old Comics

Here's some old comic-ing from Highschool:
 

I tried to do a series of these, but this was the only remotely funny one. Then that whole Geico thing happened and Homo erectus wasn't funny anymore.

October

Time for more costumes!

The Spirit of Jazz
from the show "The Mighty Boosh"


Halloween 2009

The character in the show is to Jazz, what Satan is to Rock and Roll.









Here's a shot of just the face make up.

And here's me about to eat Peter Parker's brains

Great weekend

Here's a comic:

M-m-m-molluscs

I do find molluscs to be very cool. So much that I crafted a pair of earrings for a similarly passionate friend of mine in the shape of nautilus shells. Plugs for gauged ears to be specific.

The picture isn't that clear, and this is just one of the two. Made from sculpey which was then further chiseled and sanded after being baked to get those small nooks. Painted with acrylic paints including a pale gold that stunningly matched the color and quality of nacre (what accounts for the shimmer of pearls, and the inside of an abalone shell). What it represents is actually a cross-section of the shell so that you can see into all of the chambers, and a real shell follows a logarithmic spiral so it actually wouldn't close in on itself. I just wanted to make them circles.

Some poetry from one of those pesky existential crises:

Fault of Empathy

Could you ever see what I see?
If I put your eyes inside my head,
Perhaps I'd see bitter instead of red.
There are no echoes for sight, visions will never stay the same
So how does one claim that their physical nature is truth,
When your reality is only really a collection of light?
PERCEPTION . . . not just a question
About your state of being
or if what you're seeing is real, but how.
How is now the question of your own connection
to all that's around you, the effect of that blue which
hides in the sky's reflection.
Does it actually touch where your feelings and such reside?
And when it makes that impression, can you honestly say that you've felt exactly that way before?
What more, have you tried to remember every way you've felt while seeing that blue upon prior inspection?
As those recollections fade, we create new inventions of understanding, it's how we grow.
Can you ever know what I know?