Here’s more Shatner. Never do I want to just say “no dice” and just keep a commission instead of shipping it out but this one is getting there. I love this painting. The concept just works perfectly. Absurd.

I have some cool news for later on. Stay tuned.

I went to 8 a.m. yoga as usual today and when I got out I decided to take the motorcycle over to NoDa the artsy area of Charlotte for an iced tea at Smelly Cat Coffee. After I got my tea I took a stroll around the corner and saw a bunch of people on the street converging on a little tan dog without a collar who was zig zagging around in the street. He took off around another corner and layed down under a jeep. After about ten minutes of trying to coax him I scruffed him and lifted him up by the back of his neck. He honked little lapdog barks and effing peed on me as his way of saying thanks for keeping me out from the under side of a street cleaner truck. No one in the neighborhood knew where he belonged so a dude from a sandwich shop tied him up in the shade with some water and food and hopefully he’ll be picked up. God damn his pee smelled bad. Haha. I say that as if some dog pee smells like lavender. His smelled like a garbage can at the beach.

I’m going to get started on painting after I toss my clothes in the wash.

Have a good Tuesday. Stay away from pomeranians. Thankless little curs.

Update at 2:00 pm:

Here’s Shatner so far today. I’m going to start on his weird tuck and roll collar thingy soon. Perhaps after luncheon.

A while ago a dude I know named Scott from a band called Deathamphetamine said he’d always wanted a painting of William Shatner screaming into the communicator at Ricardo Montelban in Star Trek 2, fully done up black metal style “corpse paint”. Google image search “Abbath” and you’ll see what I’m talking about, ye non-metal folk.

Don’t tease, I told him. This would be a dream commission for me. It’s absurdity is right up there with Happy Birthday, Thanos:

And tease he did not. The deal was sealed and I have started work on Mr. Priceline himself. I already laugh every time I get up to grab a glass of water while working on it.

Khaaaan!!

KHAAAAAN!!

And on an unrelated note, here’s Beefy posing all sexy-like with a cicada bug chilling in front of him.

Happy Monday.

#^%@&*!!!!!

I’ve been working on paintings this week. Getting back to the easel with full force. I want to display the progress on the commissions I’m working on. I take photos. I go to grab the cord to hook the camera up to the laptop. Nowhere to be found.

I take yesterday off. Decide to clean my room. Take my bed out. Fully clean everything. No sign of said cord. Vital cord. Livelyhood cord.

Today I decide to take apart my “studio” in the corner of the garage. Finally throw my hands up in defeat. Then for whatever reason I decide to look at roommate’s computer desk in his room. There, I see my precious cord daisy chained with two other non-compatible media cords.

It’s like he’s putting technological components together for some found media art piece. It’s like he’s some little kid making a rocket launching moon fortress command center for his GI Joes. Anyone else used to do that? I’d take random shit from all over the house and make desert stratofortress weapons caches for the Joes in the middle of the living room and then wonder why mom was mad when she couldn’t find her flattening iron (communications forcefield generator cannon).

I have no idea what the hell he could have been doing with the cord, but Tap-dancing Christ am I glad to have it back.

Here. Look at this (*&@#$)!@# painting.

Update at 2:00:

Carina, here are your parents as of today. Back to the easel.