Kathreen

Kathreen. My little love. She's fun and smart and pretty and so on. Here's a picture.

A few weeks ago, we were out running errands in town. We ran across an old boss of mine named Dean. Dean is cool. He and I both play the bass guitar. Anyway, he had never seen Kathreen before, only heard me talk about her. I introduced them and you could see the amazement in his face. I'm pretty sure he wanted to high-five me but felt it would make her uncomfortable or something. I have gotten a lot of high-fives regarding her, mostly from strangers. Dean didn't say anything at the time, but called me up weeks later and told me how hot he thought she was and that he felt proud of me.

She is way cute and I do love showing her off. Here's another picture. This time, instead of attractive, we're clowns. Not that clowns can't be attractive.

Ok. That was the same picture with some clever editing. Also I googled 'attractive clown' and am pretty disappointed.

 Here's another one where we're evil clowns.

I like this one. So my point is that I love showing off my girlfriend and don't get the chance that often. And if she wore evil clown make up every day I'd still love her. I wonder, if she woke up with the evil clown make up already on, would she wash it off or try it out for a day? Only time will tell.... 'cause I'm doing it.

fishing for goons

The profile pic I put up is a picture I drew a long time ago. It's called, 'Fishing for Goons.' It depicts me as a fisherman and you hanging upside down on some fish-hanging pole. I use the stick figure medium because it requires no color or shading or any other art-like nonsense.

My girlfriend keeps telling me that the definition of art is subjective. Why? Why can't stick figures be art? I also disagree with the idea that art is open for interpretation. If I draw a picture, it is what I tell you it is, nothing else. Although I used to draw some crazy, abstract things in high school and had a teacher ask for one, once. She pointed out a part that looked exactly like a cat lying down, from above. It was a perfect rendition of a non-abstract thing and I drew it unintentionally and could never do it again if I tried.

I can draw roses. I call them stick roses. I also often draw the sun laughing at me. I hate that guy.

My point is that stick figures and abstract, amoeba-like blobs are all I can draw and, whether you like it or not, it's art.

Chewy

We have this cat at home, Chewy. I named her that because I could never pet her without being bitten. She's got a white belly, face and arms and her back is a dark grey. When I found her she was a kitten living in a warehouse. She was being fed but the guys were really too rough with her so she was rough back. She was just playing, though. My girlfriend, Kathreen, came and saw her one day and decided that we had to get her out of this mess. So we took her home.

We had moved into our new apartment about five days before we brought her home. Chewy walked around and smelled everything and decided she liked the closet best and set up camp there and would not come out. I had to sit in there with her just to get her to eat. Then Kathreen came home with a cat toy and some cat nip and a plan. We stuffed the toy full of cat nip and tried to play with her with it, but she wouldn't budge. We eventually gave up and left.

A few minutes later we heard her knocking about in there. Then she came bounding out and into the bathroom. She looked so cute and playful. Suddenly she froze and looked over her shoulder and realized where she was and ran straight back into the closet.

Anyway, that was like a year ago and now she pretty much full-grown. Oh, and today I was telling her that if Pepe Le Pew came around I would totally paint her up to look like a skunk and send him after her. So far, it's kept her in line. I think I'll try that with Kathreen next.